It's 30 degrees.
Updating from the Red Line.
Before I disappear
into a mid-semester vacation.
Blackhawks coats. Dunkin wrappers.
The electric keyboard orchestra
at the Jackson stop.
Improv nationals are this weekend.
Nervous, a little proud.
These boys. These stupid boys.
I woke them up
by calling when my plane got in
at one PM.
We're on our way.
Even though we all live apart,
my immediate family is all in Illinois today.
Chicago. It's ugly but home.
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