i wrote all these in my check book because i didn't bring a notebook to chicago.
chicago
i.
the punctuated city: each cough
tight with concrete, every ivy leaf pulled
quiet with sun between mortar.
beneath bridges, we burn. each bolt
shivering apart, phantom smoke
in to the eyes: approach skies: how birds
drop like rain from the highwire.
on trains, we
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