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  • What Is Left Behind
  • Bronwen Butter Newcott (bio)

We used to pick cicada shells off bark and chain-link fences, move them to our shirts – half-fascinated, half-horrified by the air-swelled eyes and barbed hook-feet – the horror of possibility. We weren't scared then to pinch them, hear them crunch between our fingers, the violent crackles of more than dry leaf, flecks of membrane stuck to the skin of our thumbs, the bulbous eyes gone. We never studied the skeletons' wingless shapes, didn't put our mouths close, moisten the ghost-bodies with our breath, even tongues, to see if they tasted sweet like burnt sugar, to see if we too could breathe life into lifelessness, make the head turn, the legs claw. But we've learned there were careful steps that pulled fresh bodies, green-bellied with leaf-veined wings, through slits and left the shells behind, still malleable, the adults soft beside, wings hardening to flight, the shell drying too. We knew nothing of process, only that something had happened and left a fragile shape.

Bronwen Butter Newcott

Bronwen Butter Newcott lives in Southern California where she teaches high school English and art classes. Her work has been published in Smartish Pace and Indiana Review.



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