dear chicago, illinois,
one day ill be back
in your windy, windy arms
do you remember that one night,
around this day but a year ago
we rode the bus, got off at lincoln park,
and ran out of the sleeting slush hissing in our ears
into this warm, calm, iranian restaurant
sipping tea,
eating hummus,
hearing farsi spoken in the other room
or that cold day in chinatown where we took off our shoes
and prayed in the buddhist temple,
everything around us so silent and sacred
but i think my favorite was standing in front of a cy twombly
the city of athens
and thinking,
"man... i could really stay here"
well... spring break 08's a'near
sxsw is gonna be good,
but would be better
if only on the L train
