I saw an old friend and fell way, way back in love with him.
(Not unlike it is to see you again, Elizabeth).
Next, I will–
walk to Union Square and take in the fringe of the Tenderloin and the spectacle of the shopping one last time.
get kebab to go from that scary place past Taylor.
try to get the urine-smell out of my nose and off of my shoes before dinner.
make arrangements for the shuttle.
be sad to leave.
know it is for the best that I go now and say no more.
buy shoes.
watch poems race through my head.
try to do more than get by in Pullman.
start running hard on the treadmill.
mend this lonely heart with love from my mother.