poesía por un perrito

Russell, mi hombre.
Nunca supe como tu presencia cambiara mi vida.
Tanta vida, amor, y diversión que tienes.
No puedo querer más.

Perro contra humano.
Los dos pueden ser cómicas y leales cucharas.
Es que este lab chocolate tiene mi corazón.
Y tomó menos de una semana.

It's time.

It's official. Doug and I are becoming Oregonians on Friday: driver's licenses, car title, and plates, the works. We tried last week but we were rejected due to lack of documents. That's okay, maybe we weren't ready. Ohio and I have a bond based on my midwest identity, practicality, and general bluntness. Oregon and I are a little more like lovers. The rainbows, coast, and forests make me swoon, while the gray skies and rainy days do little for our relationship. The extreme landscape is how I like my lovers: unforgiving, passionate, and real. The plan is to move to Eugene over the summer, even deeper into the Oregon abyss. Being so close to the Umpqua River with time for coastal excursions and snowshoeing adventures may hamper my midwest reunion. While the Ohio community is part of my heart, the idea of community is simultaneously fluid. How many communities can we inhabit through our lifetimes? In this globalized world, the possibilities are endless. I figure that as long as you put your all into where you are in the present, it's okay que será, será.