When I was seeing Holly a long while back we stopped by an art supply shop in West Seattle and I picked up a bumper sticker with the outline of the state of Washington and a heart inside of it. I was new here. It was fun and different.
I don’t think I changed a whole lot, but Seattle and Washington certainly has.
Washington, Seattle especially, does not love me back. I can’t, in good conscience, run with that on my bike.
It’s now where it fucking belongs.
In the fucking trash.