By J.J. Tindall
My Mom Tried To Prevent Me From Seeing Led Zeppelin
“Isn’t that
the one where
they got into fights
sleeping out
for tickets?”
As the saying goes, “my blood ran cold.”
Kitchen table, Moser Highlands,
75th Street, near
St. Raphael’s.
My dad
saved her
life.
“It’s
OK.”
Deux ex
machina: I swear
to God
I would have
killed
her.
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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on October 19, 2007