I want to get out of Arizona already. (I don’t want this.)
I’ve “had enough.”
I want to return to the musty hermit cave.
I want to sit at Abraço and hear stories I don’t care about.
I want to sit by the river and have my eardrums hum with the traffic on the FDR.
I want to burn incense I buy from Reyes on 10th street between 1st and A.
I want to pay 5 dollars …