I promise to stay sane and nice.
I’m at Lucky Penny.
Marge isn’t here.
More Schuyler poems on the bus-ride,
last day at our old place. Guess
we’ll come back sometime during the week
to clean up and walk thru with the manager.
In 2 months I’ll be on the train to Boston
and New York again. I hope by that time
this heaviness has lifted.
Maybe,
yes.
