Tuesday, April 27, 2010

it's 6:37am, I can't sleep


I've thrived at this place.
How will I be in Chicago?
My heart is aching for woods, water, God
Cold mornings, hot afternoons
Paint on my face, a whistle around my neck
Songs about love, a room full of couches
Chicago?
I guess we'll see.

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