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A Poem for 71st and Wabash

the block a loose square packed like sardines. loose screw people keep up the pace. people know a streetlight’s bedtime like a back hand road. people know parole don’t keep the cartel sleep. moms say we’re sick for picking a block with such a back story. the building shot up. last year before demolition. the … Read more