No place like

i hate cats

you should know

i miss Portland

everyone knows

i miss you and her and him


and my mother is always gardening

flowers make me miss her.

I miss anxious people packed on dirty busses, cigarette smoke trailing every step,

headbands, polished fixed gears with bright frames of yellow, blue, orange,

and the American-colored aluminum cans of PBR.

Yes, that was stereotyping.


Anyway, i miss the rain.

I miss the rain and Belmont and Alberta

and the street you live on and the one I want to live on.

music as constant as the ticking of my watch.

rich, coffee aroma every morning

and all of the love everywhere,

that I couldn’t find anywhere.