Done.

So many people. So close together.

Crammed around the baggage claim. Stacked one behind the other in the Taxi line. Exhaust fumes curling themselves around my neck, into my nostrils.

So much money. The Dasani machine ate my two bucks. The cabbie ate my fifty. The landlord eats my thousands. And the heat isn't even working.

So much crap. In so small an apartment. How Possible to Survive a Space so Infinitesimal? Crammed with Unnecessaries: Books. Clothes. Ugly Dolls. Aluminum-painted mirrors.

So much English. Everywhere. And nothing not for sale.

I can't do it anymore. I don't want to.

Even the Diet Dr. Pepper I drank today was too sweet for me.

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[Rosemary Posemary]

Welcome home! You were missed by many. XO Snook