perhaps we could find ourselves ritualistically shifting our bodies alongside the banks of Lake Michigan colored the blackest blue I've ever known. perhaps your hand will find mine in darkness and the tense leaves will release a sound under the footsteps of our own solemn smiling dances as I look into your darting eyes the lightest blue I've ever known. I can almost see you at the end of this long broken tunnel with chips in the paint that seem nearly intentional and as I poke my long body out from the end I want desperately to rip open my palms of letting the blood of my right feed the long dead trees of winter while smearing the blood of my left along the cold Chicago brick. — ADAM HADAR
Adam Hadar is a poet living in the Uptown neighborhood of Chicago. His poetry has been published in many literary journals including Word Fountain, Edify Magazine, Literary Heist, The Opiate Magazine, and City Brink Magazine.