On that day,
on my leaving
I will renew the passport;
I will buy the ticket,
embrace family and friends.
I will cry with my coiffeur
and his second husband, the
Republican. Yes, Republican.
I will buy the beret in that
window on Rodeo,
buy something, anything,
with extra tight pockets
and zippers in all
the wrong places.
I will go vegan to avoid
mayonnaise on french fries.
Finally learn the metric system
and how to love myself again.
