Some days she doesn’t
fit into her skin, too young
to be old this soon.
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Monthly Archives: September 2010
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Ocean waves
I type in a dim
dark room listening to surf.
There’s an app for that.
Driving to Chicago
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Second city
Unlike cold New York
you smile, take in all comers
with your midwest charm.
Riding the El
Red blue brown green pink
purple lines, veins arteries
pulse with commuters.
Chicago skyscrapers
Though Burnham’s Folly’s
in New York, he saved his best
for his hometown dreams.
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
Missing Chicago
City of Shoulders
Your fountains bring tears, your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.
