Just read about this on Eater Chicago. Going to try on Saturday.
Adapted from Frank O’Hara’s “You are Gorgeous and I’m Coming” by me.
You are Gorgeous and I’m Coming
Vaguely I hear my stomach rumble in the car of the Red Line El
It gurgles nervously and softly like I do when I’m embarrassed
normally I don’t notice the sound but today I’m hungry
concrete Rimbaud obscurity of hunger which is simple and very definite
ever recurring, yes even after dinner last night, the death of fullness
Leaving Hyde Park itself may destroy you in the pure air
to be further satiated, fed, filled but emptying, exposed to food
With thoughts of dinner last night falling away as an acceleration of rumbles thundering and shaking
aims its aggregating force like the Metro towards a realm of encircling travel
rending the sound of adventure and becoming ultimately local and intimate
repeating the scales of a primal craving which is constantly refreshed by the
endless originality of hot dog makers the air the stumbling quiet of breathing
newly the heavens’ stars all out we are all for the Peking duck hot dogs