Journal, Day 16

Ann Arbor, MI / Anthony McCann

THINGS I FIND IN MY POCKETS

Two Doctor Fresh Travel Toothbrushes, markedly unfresh Sad tobacco strands One dollar and forty seven cents in change But no pens. How could one man lose so many pens?

MYSTERIES I FIND IN MY POCKETS

Cathy’s baggage tag with her old Boise address. (?) Lyrics from the group of songs Matthew’s been writing about the couple that tries to save their relationship by going on a camping trip but then gets lost in the woods and dies. (Whenever this storyline comes up we all laugh till hot sickly tears run down our blotchy cheeks.)

SHOUT OUT

To Joshua Edwards and his fabulous roommates for letting me have the exotic experience this afternoon of hanging out in a real APARTMENT.

THINGS PEOPLE LEAVE ON THE BUS

Tina Brown Celona left her space, the best spot on the bus. In the back back. The mafia booth of the bus, sort of. Very comfy, and I have taken it over. Though this is very poor compensation for losing Tina and her singularly inimitable presence and poems.

Speaking of singular presences and poor compensation—Cathy Wagner also got off in Chicago but left, in her place, all her stuff. As we never found that Laundromat yesterday Cathy, we are now all wearing your clothes.

Over and Out