24 Hours in Chicago

If she dreams
of a stranger,
does he become

more than someone
she nods at
on an El train

before noon?
The Loop
is stranger

than she remembered
last time—that heat
wave in October.

A loner
at peace. Bruises
she conceals

from herself
only ache
when she lies.

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