Like a swift I sail through the city

On my bike weaving and whistling

I have headphones in I'm listening

To recordings of birdsong


So I don't forget the sound because

The only birds here are plastic bags

They crinkle floating lazily

They all smoke cigarettes and so
Their voices crack and rasp

im Gorichanaz


Tim Gorichanaz is a writer and poet from Wisconsin. He is currently a PhD candidate at Drexel University in Philadelphia, where he studies the philosophy of documents. When he is not reading or writing, he enjoys running very long distances and learning classical guitar

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