Wind blows down Western Avenue    as I follow your memory home    waves crashing upon the shore of Lake Michigan    creating ice bulbs that make no sense    all the heartache has washed away  i feel you in...

I just don't look like her.Who,you might ask?The ones who snap photos with camera,then drink from a flask in sorrow. Your beauty,may I borrow?Or will I find it in the mirror?Then my mom came and said to me. Honey,don't live in...