Everybody Told Me To Be A Man.

Used To Be That My Whole Body Was My Canvas-hot Cuts Licking My Ribs, Ladder Rungs Climbing My Arms, Thick Milkweed Stalks Shooting Up My Thighs.

Who Wants To Recover? It Took Me Years To Get That Tiny. I Wasn't Sick; I Was Strong.

The One Good Thing About Being Kind Of Shy Is That Nobody Bugs You When You Want To Be Left Alone.

They Say They Have Noticed Me Drawing. I Almost Tell Them Right Then And There. They Noticed.

When People Don't Express Themselves, They Die One Piece At A Time.