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On my last day in Portland my bike was stolen.
I live in Coos Bay now, teaching high school.
The back yard is a slough, which means that it's salt water, probably.
(In transition).

People who talk about being writers bother me,

But then, here I am.

Living alone, with a slough,

And a cat,

And the obscure liquor is sure to follow.

Probably vests with pockets and a beard,

Mustache, fishing pole.

How do you gut a steelhead,

Just chop off the head, and let it spill out.

I used to say,

That if I was going to ___________,

That I'd have to be a different person.

And then I moved away.

And the differences were.