WEEK 7: dead man vs Adverse DEAD MAN WINS

[dead man]

a body fell today

On Clark and Lasalle. hardly a sound.
a ripple in a pond of sewage water and brownstone
shockwave calmly resounding, softening ground
brick / bone / brainstem / clothing / cartilage piles
walking around in herds like cattle caught in a storm
clearing out the bar and the apartments and stores
twisted apart a carcass en forme. on my walk to the corner
it's all doctors and coroners. Chicago, this is par for the course
chalking his form, in memoriam: a star is reborn
couldn't make me care although i wanted to mourn
finally got to Walgreens near a quarter to 5
grabbed a Morning-After packet. waited in line
selected debit and signed. tears welling but i kept it inside
brought the bag to hers and then we said our goodbyes
forever, i had tried to be the person she chose
over whoever was the first to propose, at however-years-old
to distant versions of herself. i hope he already knows
how you used to get stoned and text me off of his phone
undercover our post. under covers every second we had
color us bad. what fucking difference does it make if we're happy
tell me that
nevermind, it's fine, i wish you the best. consider perspective
at least i haven't swandived into pits of cement
poor bastard. i wonder who it was, what monsters he grew
you called me weeping and i realized
the monster was you