Writing About Love

and letting it tear you to shreds

the view from my flat

Dear readers,

One year ago, almost to the day, I was living in Bellingham. I had just cut my long hair. It was raining. I was wearing a Lou Reed shirt that I made. I was in a happy relationship. I was ordering Peruvian sandwiches from the shop downtown. I got a bag shaped like a fish as a gift. That was my 22nd birthday and I fell as…