Most victims of my autobiographical verse are either far too polite, remarkably understanding unaware that I have written poems about them.
“You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.”
“I'm pretty good at remaining calm during an emergency. My house burned down when I was 12, which made me really pragmatic about what needed to be done. But I can be bad in that I compartmentalize a lot of emotions and push them away to deal with them at a later date.”