the real lure

when I
think about
san francisco

what I
am really
thinking about

is that
apartment
in daly city

the one with
three bedrooms
and only
one bath

where I’ve
spent most
of my trips
“to san francisco”

and it’s
about time
I gave it
and its
inhabitants
their proper
acknowledgment

when I think
about san francisco

I think about
that cold bathroom
the sign above
the toilet
designating the
maximum allowance
for floater size

I think about
the futon in
the living room
that I’ve finally
mastered
the art of
unfolding

and then
there are the
inhabitants

particularly
the one
who has
always been
there

three years
since our
first meeting

somehow
it has always
felt like
much longer

it’s hard
to imagine
daly/the city
without her.

when I think
about san francisco

I am thinking
about more than
the buildings
the parks
the hills
the trolleys

when I think
about san francisco

I am thinking
about the people
who draw me
to it.