Judging by this chocolate bar

The temperature up here

Is too hot to think clearly.

Earlier I craved water

And Chicago’s saltless pond

Seemed better than nothing.

I ran into a billion

Overweight policemen,

Defending the city

From cute NATO protesters.

Somehow,

I found a beach,

Shaded by skyscrapers.

I went into the water

Half-way,

Then lay on a towel

Reading Adrienne Rich.

A guy named Richie Rose

(But he spells it Roze)

Proposed to me,

After telling me about

His catastrophic novels.

I treated him nicely

Because getting hit on by a stranger

Is exciting
In the Midwest.