Subject: [OTL]: [Broken Roads] My Kind of Town by Em-Spider
Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 20:37:45 -0600
From: "Shaianne K. PeriHawk" <perihawk@yahoo.com>

Disclaimer: Ana and Kim belong to me, Shai.  They are written with my
nagging.

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Here's Em with --

My Kind of Town
Em-Spider

I glared at the bench in front of the Greyhound station.

It melted into a puddle of goo.

. . .kidding.  It just sat there, ugly and squat.  But I WISH it would've
melted.

I wish the whole bus station, AND all the buses, would melt.

Bloorp.  That's the sound the melting would make.  And then I'd go swimming
in the goo.

I want to go with Ana.  I've never been to Florida and I want to see the
world. . .

But I wish I could do all of it without leaving Chicago.

I mean, it's my HOME.

My heart is here.  Before we came to the station, I tried to show Ana
everything (we didn't get much in because we were almost out of time).  The
Rookery, where, whenever I passed, I'd greet the big stone birds and from
where you can see the statue of Ceres -- I can't remember the name of the
building she's on.  The old Firehouse, the nice, comfortable building in the
middle of its little square.  *I've slept there often, even though I know
it's stupid to sleep in a place so open and with so many dratted pigeons.)

And mostly, we just walked.  I know a lot of the street musicians and the
homeless people.  usually if I don't know someone I'll introduce myself
(yes, I know THAT'S stupid too), because you never know how a smile can
brighten someone up.   (Today, I didn't.  What would be the point?)

And I think about the city, how I've left my soul all over it, how beautiful
it is. . .and as I see it through the bus window, getting smaller and
smaller, I can't help crying.

~ end ~