"The Bitch"
The "bitch" wakes me
in the middle of the
night. "What up beeyotch?"
I'm kippin', but it's
cool. We shovel shit,
I wake up and see the
light. The bitch sobers
up a bit, and we end
the conversation. The "bitch"
dreams drunken dreams,
I just try to sleep, for I
know the "bitch" is right!
– written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate