under this skin i am Chicago Cubs 2016 World Series Championship
methadone clinic between two train tracks
keeping hands in pockets to hide their shaking
dope sick and sobbing at the 7/11 for a taquito
this is not a poem about income inequality
two dead kids at the university
spray-paint memorial in the campus quad
head down so eye contact doesn’t invite conversation
this is not a poem about value
a Chicago Cubs 2016 World Series Championship hat
methadone pill bottle and hometown pride
any sort of pride can remain after a hundred years of failure
this is not a poem about geography and its prerequisites
a kayak paddle propped against the memorial
a lifetime of cancer and the urge to escape it
we are fearing for a better life in the context of past experience
this is not a poem about hopelessness
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Love it
Good work !
It is a poem about a poet of place and of suffering real and dulled by pills. I love Wrigley Field. I love Sluggers bar across the street and I loved Minnie who would deep-fry chicken and share it with me along with a bottle of his favorite stock in the small refrigerator below the bar. And those Cubs beat the goat curse, finally.