I Don't Have A Copy Of My

The Truth Is When I Went To Graduate School I Would've Said I Was Among The Least Talented Of The Students, I Was Certainly The Least Smart, Or Less Educated. But I Worked Very Hard.

Im Always Terrified When Im Writing.

Such A Small, Pure Object A Poem Could Be, Made Of Nothing But Air A Tiny String Of Letters, Maybe Small Enough To Fit In The Palm Of Your Hand. But It Could Blow Everybody's Head Off.

I Don't Think I Look Like The Pope's Favorite Catholic - At Least Not Under Close Scrutiny.

I Get So Lonely Sometimes, I Could Put A Box On My Head And Mail Myself To A Stranger.