December 2009 - Comments Off on Elmhurst, Illinois

Elmhurst, Illinois

Emmet Penney '11


Summer days stood still. They rippled

up from asphalt parking lots. Edges bent,

the horizon accepted the sun. The earth


shrugged. Cheerleaders wilted at the fifty

yard line and burnouts became lodged

in their parents’ throats. Flags lied limp


at the tops of their poles. We looked out

at night skies sliced by 747s. Satellites

marked the middle-ground between


our bodies and the stars. We learned it from

echoes overheard on contusion colored nights: only

trains leave this town. Not people, not anyone


we knew. Not even us. Everyday felt exactly

the same—like waiting to breathe.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 66, Volume 66: Issue 1

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