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      April 26, 2009I Wanted to BeMarc Kelly Smith

      I wanted to be so many things.

      Bigger than I was.
      A tall tower of building blocks.
      A shoelace tied so fast.
      Jelly spread smoothly
      to the corners of the bread.
       
      I wanted to be so good.
      A smile on everyone’s face.
      Folded hands. A clean desk.
      All the numbers added up
      digit under digit
      perfectly clear.
       
      I wanted to stand between the bully
      and the frail kid.
      Ready to take it. Ready to give it back.
      I wanted to do the right things.
      Pull the spit back into my mouth.
      Scrape the gum-chewed secrets
      off the bottoms of the chairs.
      Drag the dumb, go-along laughs
      out of the air.
       
      I wanted to stand on an asteroid
      whirling a mighty chain above my head,
      flinging an outer space hook probe
      into the heart of the Universe.
      And by loving …
      Whatever I wanted to love.
      When I wanted to love.
      How I wanted to love …
      I wanted to grapple the Ultimate Connection.
       
      So what happened?
      What happened during that great revolution?
      After we pinned our daddies to the floor?
      After we made our mothers eat shame?
      After we rolled all antiquity and tradition
      into cigar size joints,
      sucking in whole rooms of humanity,
      hoping to assimilate all the differences
      and heat the world
      with our spontaneous combustion?
       
      What happened
      when the chain on the asteroid
      slipped out of our hands?
      When the ones we loved
      loved others?
      When our laugh became the dumb laugh?
      When the spit shot quick and hard
      from our teeth?
      When we gave the kids the beatings?
      What happened to our dreams?
      What happened to me?
       
      I wanted to read all the books
      of unerring truth.
      I wanted to tie my shoelace fast.
      Spread jelly smoothly to the corners of the bread.
      Build a tower, a tall tower.
      Spell everybody’s name
      top to bottom,
      bottom to top
      all four sides,
      in and out.
      I wanted so bad, so bad
      to be so many things,
      without the whole thing
      falling down.

      from #27 - Summer 2007

      Marc Kelly Smith

      “When people ask me, ‘Well what makes Chicago style different?’ I say, ‘It’s genuine.’ Because, like the show, your bullshit gets you just so far and then somebody’s going to call you on it in Chicago. It’s always been that way.”