Today is, among other things, Bad Poetry Day.
I registered badpoetry.net toward the end of a terrible high school relationship when my boyfriend started making me read a binder full of his terribly dull poetry. I figured the impending end of the school year would handle the breakup for me, so I could go ahead and get started with the hating him.
Sometimes I contemplate the butterfly effect consequences if I’d never gotten into that relationship in the first place.
