White Americans Have A Short Memory.

In The Middle Of The Night, When You're Ambiguously Ethnic, Like Me, When You're Brown, Beige, Mauve, Siena, One Of Those Lighter Browns In The Crayola Box. You Have To Be Careful Of The Cops And Robbers, Because Nobody's Quite Sure What You Are, But Everybody Has Assumptions.

I Know I'll Keep Writing Poems. That's The Constant. I Don't Know About Novels. They're Hard. It Takes So Much Concentrated Effort. When I'm Writing A Novel It's Pretty Much All I Can Do. I Get Bored. It Takes Months. Movies Do The Same Thing. It's All-encompassing. It Feels Like I'm Going To End Up Writing Poems, Short Stories And Screenplays.

The Ordinary Can Be Like Medicine.

I Don’t Want Long Hair, I Don’t Want Short Hair, I Don’t Want Hair At All, And I Don’t Want To Be A Girl Or A Boy. I Want To Be A Yellow And Orange Leaf Some Little Kid Picks Up And Pastes In His Scrapbook.

I Got In A Fight With My Girlfriend," I Said. "i Was Just Driving Around, Blowing Off Steam, You Know?" Well, You Should Be More Careful Where You Drive," The Officer Said. "you're Making People Nervous. You Don't Fit The Profile Of The Neighborhood." I Wanted To Tell Him That I Didn't Fit The Profile Of The Country But I Knew It Would Just Get Me Into Trouble.