Last full day here. Still have a few non-poem projects to finish before I go, so it's a definite work day. Plus packing, plus possible laundry, plus there needs to be a nap, some Gilmore Girls if I'm lucky and productive.
It's not time for a summary or reflection yet, but I'll show you where the magic happened: in this room, this desk. My trusty second-hand laser printer copping a squat in a corner. I read few books here, but maybe reading wasn't what I needed and I'm okay with that. I'll have two flights to read books very soon.
It's warm again today: whatever winter was here before has moved on to other states. The smell of fresh coffee is calling me to the kitchen.
How wonderful that you got to do this residency! I've thought of applying, but it doesn't seem quite fair to other writers, given that I do have a place to live here in Tucson. --Sorry I missed you. Wish there'd been a day more of overlap.
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