Aperçus Quarterly 2.1

Chad SweeneyHaloThe trees are hurrying hurrying,birds exactly still carved into a yellowfog above the tectonic monument of aparking garage, bodies too bored to screamhang from electric wires alongLincoln, and on 8th Blvd it’s Tuesdayin the reflection of a cop’ssunglasses. We have flowers for comfortin the narrow asylum of the median,shagged and blurry in the ditches,but what do the flowers look aton a day like this when the sky lowers its chainsto dip its halos in milk. I like to sit stilland watch language move.24