The “Catarrh-y-Atic
beep”—of
Pigeons
in the Post-Coital
Humidity, Recital:
yesterday’s Tornado
couldn’t Measure
to Chicago’s impending
cancel, or: any Decadent
Song, shot through
the Body: Face
crushed, under
Spokes:
Above the Oaks,
in Hyde Park
late-May—