Thought I was special.
My cabbage didn’t stink like
other people’s did.
-M.
Writing Life
Thought I was special.
My cabbage didn’t stink like
other people’s did.
-M.
I was unnerved—the way he walked at ease
against the toss, Pacific restlessness
at heel as if he were a natural
at ocean life, though born a desert rat
-M.