Thursday, January 24, 2008

O'Hare 8.

You know, I used to go to school in Chicago, and for half a second, I thought being stranded there because of flight cancellations might be fun. But once the sun set, a new terror dawned on me. The cold weather, the trailing subway lines, my general disorientation. It felt like coming home again and then having to sleep under the porch.

8. Chicago Blues

one day, up

Chicago some,


fifteen hours

or so,

amongst car tire

and Kerouac,

I got stuck.

that city

said I couldn’t

leave her.

pilot’s hat,

curb bitch stomp,

cursed girlfriends,


want none of it.

I want to fly.

I want to love

and of a willingness

born of broken knees

and spent faces.

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