wabash // smoking

chicago breathes

the rain sideways  or gravity
sun glancing screened      
         will the doctor tell him i am sick

i hope  cold metal in the wind
reminds you
     think about me

think about

tin   which never shivers
teasing ashes   acorn coffee
smolensk 1811 and 12


silver  and push-notified
(i love you)s  lower island air  
your lower spine

why
when we tumbled wordless
onto Michigan it was more the throat than
lung more snow than
water   we found

why the   zinc the
pennies you find
in your pocket when
       speak
  conduct me better

  why
the cold was
oxygen  the color friction
and your wet  your

mouthly gases  fixing
methane ice

 left me          slipping      

spark          //

chicago breathes

i hide my face and you
i cannot leave them behind

steam fills weaker wings than smoke
and i am less jack knife
than jackdaw

i carve a song that sings above the  river  and the  Pier
i brush  bellies of the bridges
rust them    metal squirming          oxidize

i catch the fireworks &
                                     bloom
turning my quick eyes up to
see you in the copper fire

see you how  you

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