Wednesday, August 26, 2015


There—at the razor-raw
thin and meager corner
of Milwaukee 
and Ashland Avenue, incensed

with leadheavy invisible odors—
with pillars
of rust, and limestone 
dust, and exhaust;

somehow—a perfect treasure trove
(of lion's-soul yellow
yolks and their ever-

sun-infused milk—of fresh-
ly purchased 
and aggressively
dashed eggs!) congeals to its small and 

inevitable rest—and is,
at best, fairly uncuriously avoided 
by hungry droves of mayonnaise-
faced bus passengers.