You Know, People Speak In Poetry All

Also Because I'm Ambiguously Ethnic Looking, You Know, I Come To New York And I Can Be Anything. People Generally Think I'm Half Of Whatever They Are.

And Believe Me, A Good Piece Of Chicken Can Make Anybody Believe In The Existence Of God.

She Braided My Sister's Hair With Hands That Smelled Deep Roots Buried In The Earth She Told Me The Old Stories How Time Never Mattered When She Died They Gave Me Her Clock

In A Real-world Way, My Gifts Are Very Limited In Terms Of What I Can Do.

He Made Me Realize That Hard Work--that The Act Of Finishing, Of Completing, Of Accomplishing A Task--is Joyous