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
only
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,
I
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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