North Face by Chelsea Werner-Jatzke

North Face

The gang bang of a street
torn up with developments,
this mess that makes a city
feel like home. The way
I love the gore
behind every bridge
of every straight nose,
the silence of it
inside of a fist.
The gouache of it
waiting to drip—
the line of it
a mark of things
as they are now.
This is the hard work
of insulation, defining
the oldest technology
of warmth.