in the Glendale Hills, if there is
such a place
in the hills above Glendale
at the Glendale train station
in the middle
of the night
the smoking section
of terminal one at
San Francisco International
airport
at the bus stop
in front of the Safeway
on Solano Avenue
Albany, California
getting off of the bus
at the Alaska gas station
on San Pablo
in Oakland
waiting for the bus
at midnight or later
on San Pablo or
in front of the McDonald’s
at University and
Shattuck
at a motherfucking
Starbucks
just inside L.A.
for hours
moving out of an apartment
at Dwight & MLK
in which I lived
for all of fifteen days
at the Golden Key or
the Vagabond Hotel
on Colorado or
the USA Hostel in
Hollywood on a top bunk
or Hollywood Boulevard
waiting
for another bus
on top of Albany Hill
or at Ocean Beach
or the Aquatic Center
or the Sea Breeze
on the 52, the 18, the 72, 51b
in the basement of Doe Library
hanging in the night sky
in a plane above the bay
