Peregrine

Location

Chicago, IL
United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

A friend told me once of l’appel du vide:

a phenomenon in which

a perfectly sane man

can stand on the edge

of a cliff--

 

and want to jump off.

 

I replied that certain shampoos

remind me of Ukrainian Village

 

And in Wicker Park

there are storefronts

you hang around

 

But never go in.

Couches I’ve slept on

make me peregrine--

 

No, not like the bird,

but like how if

Philippe Petit fell off the Twin Towers,

he’d probably fly.

 

And so can I,

when I trip from the grey of Gary

onto an “L” platform several stories up,

 

and board a train headed for Hyde Park,

where I become suddenly un-alone,

where I realize I am no rolling stone:

I am peregrine,

but I am always home.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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