with a grown man in a Garfield onesie.
We arrived to buy a lucky kitty,
but I was still haunted by tiny turtles
sold in small, barren, plastic boxes.
An Asian girl, dressed as a Playboy bunny,
let me pet her Border Collie,
named Ember. The sun can shine again
as we ride back to the hotel,
passing a man in a Batman suit
riding a bike.
At the hotel, the familiar doorman,
whom we didn’t know five days ago,
greets us by name.
Nothing is real as I crawl
into this rented bed
for the last time.
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