When you bring locals/
along, you find mistakes in /
museums eas’ly.
When you bring locals/
along, you find mistakes in /
museums eas’ly.
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I don’t know
what I don’t know.
But this much I know:
In Chicago
the train loops high,
then low.
In the sky
it’s El. Or L. But low?
I don’t know.
What the hell
is a Low
L?
Flashing past
through CTA train glass,
the words “Sweet”, “Loving” and “Kind”
sear my mind.
Should I ask
a local what it means?
Would they take me to task?
Would they come clean?
Because I know
that I don’t know.
And it’s not inert.
Being ignurnt hurts.
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