my portland boyfriend was a poet.
which is probably why we dated and also probably why we did not work out.
i have one grand story about him that i will not share just on some off chance that he would find this blog and hate me for telling the interweb world.
we have a speckled past, we don't keep in contact. i am not sure we like eachother in the least. i am pretty sure we both blame the other one for ruining some part of our early twenties.
two summers back he was passing through chicago from mexico and onto portland. we sat on some kid's front porch on california avenue drinking jarritos soda.
he told me he was still writing. just not love poems.
i told him that was probably for the best.
