things i know (i want to)
the woman on Jackson
and Clark
that sings hymns
to the pigeons
that coo with every psalm.
my neighbor
three doors down
who comes home looking tired
and defeated
but still manages to straddle her legs into
her beat up Celica
and go to work each morning.
the song that
plays outside the 7/11
on LaSalle and Randolph.
A Song Of the City.
an anthem of disgust
and fear
and gallons of pride.
the child who sat next to me on the L,
probably 8 or 9,
holding pepper spray
and a puppy dog lunch box.
it is 9 in the evening
and the puppy dog lunch box
is holding me hostage
on a train away from
the City.
This poem is about:
Me
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