From the collection called
A MILLION LITTLE SHINY THINGS


And they should forget about a boy who was raised for anecdotes, common poetry rhymes, and stories from a midlife perspective. They should forget about a boy who knows nothing but to write.
 
But how could he say he's the hero at nineteen but a silhouette at twenty-two? How could he say he's fine when his lungs got a hole and his chambers are clogged, thriving for lovebirds' bare survival and of a...