I went to the Beverly Center
and bought some light-colored Eric pants
to wear back to New York.
Back at Mark's boat,
I threw things overboard
because I didn't need them.
I am determined
to bring a backpack
and start over.
We talk about time,
and address my feelings
about Los Angeles leaving me.
Guess this is the tide,
and I am the beginning
of a train song.
I have a storage shed in Chelsea,
and I will only keep books
and a skateboard.
May the streets
be wiser than me
and my future feet.
I also bought
a new t-shirt
just in case.