"seemed alien, a threat, sign
of all I was not-
to bode order and lucidity
as an ideal, if not reality-
not this California plush, which
also
I was not.
And so I made myself an Easterner,
finding it, after all, more like me
than I had let myself hope."
(excerpt: Frank Bidart, "California Plush")
85 hours left.
It's been a good run.
Peace Out, CA.
3 comments:
Good luck moving!
Yeah! No more smelly packing tape! Enjoy the trip! Even though I'm moving farther away from Pgh, we'll still be closer. I like that poem.
you're leaving! i still can;t believe it. enjoy the trip. i just realized that you won't be able to read this b/c your comp. is packed up. love you guys!
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