When I think of love,
I think of wanting to pause
the world, just for us.

Here in Chicago,
not many Republicans
make it to the polls.

Hello there, cop car.
Why are you flashing your lights
so aggressively?

Too few restaurants
serve appropriate portions.
Um…doggie bag, please!

Pour yourself a beer.
Just know that Guinness is rank.
Saint Patrick said so.

Our big, dumb heater
cannot do anything right.
Can we replace it?

Whatever weather
patterns make it hot in spring
could kill our summer.

The still-dark morning
tempts my sleepy eyes to close.
Just five more minutes…

Here at the ballpark,
cracked commemorative bricks
crumble underfoot.

Late on a Sunday,
the neighborhood bakery
chucks its stale sweetbreads.