Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Lulls

Citywide—the
lazy
confederations
of fat
July flies—
swooping loosely
through damp
hot gang-
ways
ratify the rainy season.
But you just can't tell
the difference
stuck—
between such
dismal moldy
piles of baked
Chicago brick—is this stiff
and swollen
swelter—the calm
before the storm—or just
the coma

that comes-on after?