your nose will know the street,
ill-humor encrusted cobblestones.
the reverse is more rare, walking
with eyes digging the foundations.
*This poem is an erasure of Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities (English translation by William Weaver).
Michael Prihoda is an editor, writer, and teacher living in Indianapolis, IN. He edits the journal After the Pause and is the author of two chapbooks and five poetry collections.