"What I remember of South Bend is smoking in the back yard. / The small, short houses of a cheap and curbless neighborhood."
"Somewhere the houses are rebuilding themselves./Sanding away the lead-coated paint from their siding."
"Every curve & angle of us was a sign to the end of times; / ... but we were too high and mighty to hear the trumpet"
"I get to say that I’m from here."
"In Detroit we are always planting trees."
"They said the city was a testament to liberal pragmatism. They said that the gaunt-eyed brown children of the borderless had ruined it."
"In this version no one has to wear a wig to senior prom/because of chemo. No one’s car is set on fire."
"Does land have a memory?"
"Okay, radical honesty:/The Elbow Room probably wasn’t the greatest bar in the history of bars"
"We went last night to stand and/be counted at the high school/gymnasium."
He says, it was near midnight, a cargo run/on second shift--from Indy to some hamlet flung
"This is your Gary, where hands grab at homecoming:/brown soldiers, sizzling streets, airwaves thick from a Motor City."