dear chicago

i really want to go to this.
who's with me? library cards can get us a free pass!!

You had an exceptional knack for seduction. In your web I wove my own wicked evenings and you, weaving, ever-weaving; I loved for you one moment. One immaculate instance when I saw your goodness beneath wretched cinderblock engine grease malice. In the flash of your camera lens. In the basement with a cigarette and the gasoline dream.

i could die to this song, you say. you’ve just put a fraction of a gram of heroin in your nose, and it’s enough to make miles that much more immortal. play this song at my funeral, you say. you stupid high asshole. i’ll dance on your grave in my patent stilettos.