[a photo poem/essay i wrote in 2006 and rediscovered just now.]
it’s only 6.45 but completely dark in chicago. not the dark of the desert or the dark of the sky over the ocean. but dark enough. it’s 32 degrees fahrenheit – 0 degrees celsius – or so a bank is attempting to convince me. water may freeze, but i don’t. ‘monument’ is playing on the green ipod.
my cheeks are cold now. i thought i was headed west, but i’m moving east. there is someone i should call. but i’m not going to.
i feel as though it’s the end of an era – ‘you never give me your money’ on the green ipod now. liz’s first musical opened. a beginning but an end. nik is headed to england. a beginning but an end. there is someone i should call.
the bag on my shoulder is getting heavy. i think i’m going west. weighed down with timeout chicago – liz’s review – a new book and the d50. not really weighed down at all.
there is someone i should call.
going inside now. the too-warm hurts more than the cold. pins and needles on cheeks remind me they’re there. there are no messages on the cell phone.
i try to take pictures. the camera won’t see what i see.
two chocolate martinis. the family next to me is from cruces. they live in aurora. the waiter is someone i met last night. a different part of town. a different world.
i should have made that call.