Several months pass. I am
surrounded by straps of paper,
armed with a cellphone
and a new camera. An Elph.
I got my hair chopped off
one last time at Sal’s
this afternoon. Also,
my new pee-colored
waterbottle.
The sky is blue,
the haze is pink,
the bay is pink and blue....Now
I am walking around Russian Hill.
Everything is the same.
Except it is cold.
