Every Surface Visible
David Allen Sullivan & Ignatius Valentine Aloysius
from Chicago’s L records losses & loves: Ray’s the
straight fire. Marry me Romona. RIP Mama. The mind’s
feints & wants are graffitied on flat-roof-sealed lips, a
registry of those who’ve passed, & those who persist, dry
heave of what hurts or might heal. Tonight a single match
makes the rounds of Ashland street taggers’s cigs that
have them fist-bunched. Sparked, they fan out, cans first
shaken, then ssss-snaking out letters to rival sunset’s
day-glo riffs. I’m stranded on the platform—itself
a palimpsest of names & claims—witness to the on-
set of their ask: Why R we the 1’s in the line of fire?
David Allen Sullivan & Ignatius Valentine Aloysius
from Chicago’s L records losses & loves: Ray’s the
straight fire. Marry me Romona. RIP Mama. The mind’s
feints & wants are graffitied on flat-roof-sealed lips, a
registry of those who’ve passed, & those who persist, dry
heave of what hurts or might heal. Tonight a single match
makes the rounds of Ashland street taggers’s cigs that
have them fist-bunched. Sparked, they fan out, cans first
shaken, then ssss-snaking out letters to rival sunset’s
day-glo riffs. I’m stranded on the platform—itself
a palimpsest of names & claims—witness to the on-
set of their ask: Why R we the 1’s in the line of fire?
