Chelsea Girls

I never hit anyone, but I would love to kill a lot of people

about age eleven, or twelve, so I began to keep a diary and sat under the light of the hall stairs and recorded what I ate that day, and who I thought hated me, and who I loved, and how I won. The poem got born in jobs, when I realized I wouldn’t win, wasn’t in fact, even present. So I began to take up residence in my poems, saw my life as a loser’s, hence poetic.

Like many others I became an artist. I choose not to dwell on that cultural accident.