If I Wasn't Writing Poems I'd Be

He Wanted The Songs, The Stories, To Save Everybody.

She Was In Pain And I Loved Her, Sort Of Loved Her, I Guess, So I Kind Of Had To Love Her Pain, Too.

What Inspires A Poem For Me Is Usually A Moment.

My Only Purpose Is To Teach Children To Rebel Against Authority Figures.

And I Couldn't Make Fun Of Her For That Dream. It Was My Dream, Too. And Indian Boys Weren't Supposed To Dream Like That. And White Girls From Small Towns Weren't Supposed To Dream Big, Either. We Were Supposed To Be Happy With Our Limitations. But There Was No Way Penelope And I Were Going To Sit Still. Nope, We Both Wanted To Fly.