In Which I Remove My Eyes From the Sky that Looks Like Boiled Water, Above Downtown Grand Rapids Last Year Before a Hardcore Punk Show in the Attic of a Church<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A wanted poster is a blood flyer. There’s<\/p>\n
one tucked into every street. We walk<\/p>\n
in a stranger sway along Jefferson Ave. & the<\/p>\n
locals can tell we ain’t local. Bend eyes to bleach pallor<\/p>\n
of sidewalk, roasted and cracked like teenage summer seclusion<\/p>\n
finally thrust into sun. Words summon our eyes up, and the words<\/p>\n
weren’t even meant for our ears but we can taste the stale spit of fear<\/p>\n
salivating an unwanted swallow.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The swallow is the giving in or up or out. The swallow<\/p>\n
is the casual stride to Vertigo Records where we know<\/p>\n
we’re safe and all we hear is happy. The swallow<\/p>\n
is the thump of a breakdown beginning or hip-hop<\/p>\n
back beat holding its own. The swallow<\/p>\n
is us finding that one punk record no one else would have<\/p>\n
and no one else wanted. The swallow<\/p>\n
is us designating purchase and departure.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Funny how we swallow more when we pass the churches<\/p>\n
or the 24-hour diners. The swallow<\/p>\n
is a sigh we can’t allow ourselves<\/p>\n
until we out of downtown.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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