Friday, September 6, 2013

KNEE PLAY

I swear I wouldn't
even bother

asking a blind man
waiting—to cross

the street
with me at North
and Damen

such an uninteresting
question as—whether

he thinks
of lights
as red
or if
there's maybe

something better—I'd so much
rather

hear what it's like—

to smell
the Starbucks on the corner.