Misstep

I’ve been watching you, bird’s-eye view, walking this forsaken street to god-knows-where, walking this crooked street on which sidewalk (northbound) I stand with my best impression of a dignified vertical erection. (As if this depressed neighborhood gives a damn. Except perhaps for the little children who benefit from the extra playing time, at dusk, that…

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I Promise

    And the night is sometimes like this, cloudless, barren and naked, same as a nervous girl disrobing for a boy the first time. Look, even the stars are too shy to show themselves tonight. Somewhere an owl is watching, pensive and patient, but what use is that? Or the temperamental moon, nodding its…

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Manitoba Rituals

It was a winter of muted wolves and colorless owls without voice. We spent those first few months together in an apartment with occasional heat, sporadic electricity. Puddles of wax appeared in dark corners; sometimes we burned the books we’d just read. No one else will share the story of the squirrel frozen to the…

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The Two

I mounted the steps of The Art Institute Of Chicago in the blizzard night. There had never been a snowfall like this and I trudged to the museum down the center of Michigan Avenue even as the city was put away, its tall buildings and lights encased in drifts. The museum was open on most Wednesday…

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On Fire

I lost a battle in my head when I recounted backwards from ten. I feel like I’m on fire, but not as fiery as the fire that stages its satire in your eyes.
Like a play, I lay around acting it out within my own sense of stay. I need my time, like the fire that satires its burning point of melting in my eyes…

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