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i want to spend my summers somewhere hot
where slow music filters the never-quite-dark
from twilit roadside stalls

but mostly,
where we (those of
us with bad timing)
can't hide what we are
under the layers of scarves
and mufflers and complaints about the snow

o chicago!
one thing i can say for you
when at a loss for conversation
we always get by
by complaining about the weather.