No. 2

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No. 2 ‘Heat Smell’

heat smell
metal
smell of
hot metal
tempering
transit lines
over
pavement

rail lines
that CEOs
toss themselves
onto
like worms
on a
sidewalk
after
summer
rain

I smell it
heat
coming
to city
worn smooth
and hot
from
metal wheels

a man
white
cloth apron
steps into
a whirlwind
below
you would
think:
butcher
Polish
German,
Irish, maybe
if 100
years ago
even 30
but

dark,
beer not chocolate,
illegal
set upon
by the
city heat:
kitchen fires

I am
whisked
away, he’s
out of sight
back to work
site
until late
hands chopping
into night
drunken
repetition

or maybe I’m
wrong
about
everything

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