Chicagoetry: My Mom Tried To Prevent Me From Seeing Led Zeppelin

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.

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