Chicana en Chicago

By Paola Martell
away from the heat
away from the blindness
away from dirt and dry grass surroundings
away from the nothing
into the nicely crafted buildings
into the city lights
into the unfamiliar faces
in to and out of train stations
away from “my kind”
away from the people who understood me
away from the people who misunderstood me
away from being out of place
into the same out of place feeling
into the same loneliness
into parties with names i’ll forget tomorrow
into the new bed sheets every night
i keep having to remind myself this is all beneficial
the future is a dream and you have to keep sleeping to cling on
into the nostalgia of my small texas town
away from completion in this midwest city

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