Chicago, 2

what could dying sound like
a crack of a whip

a footstep in slime
breath in march, easy

maybe it’s the sound of all the world’s spelling errors
remaining errors

maybe it’s the sound of 1992
water and breasts, milks of the soul
spa day

what could dying sound like

pleasure in space, multiply the faith
apple chunks being sliced with an enchanted vowel

navajo parades and pressure cooker moths
ate at our clothes, upon dying. What does it sound like?

twelve deep breaths and we ask that you pledge your allegiance
what city were we in?

play with us, belly up
sandwich and state street!
copper colors and creative cooks

-the kooks though create little.

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