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Chicago is where the woman downstairsstarved herself to death last summerher boyfriend Ted ate hot dogs and weptwith the gray rats out on the fire escapein a thrift store chair I drank cases of beerand dreamed of laying down on the el tracksthe trains roared by under smoke-gray skies
Lake Michigan rose and fell like a birdand when the wind screamed up Ashland Avenuethe corner bars were full by noonand the old stewbums sliding down their stoolsate boiled eggs and fed beer to the dogsthe woman downstairs lost all her hairand wore a beret in the laundryroom
I borrowed her soap and bought her a Cokebut she left it on a dryershe died in June weighing 82her boyfriend went back to New Yorkthe cops wandered through her dusty roomsone of them stole her T
Vand when the wind screamed up Ashland Avenuethe corner bars were full by noonand the old stewbums sliding down their stoolsate boiled eggs and fed beer to the dogs
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