So when I was very younger, my dad bought me this book of poetry called “The Summer of Black Widows” by Sherman Alexie, which was a collection that totally altered the course of my life. Afterwards I began to think of myself as a person a part of the world, instead of a person bound by the reservation. And it oriented me towards poetry.
Tonight I got the chance to hang out with my idol, and although I didn’t have a book for him to sign, I grabbed the note on his seat and asked him to autograph that. We talked about life, about my zine, about my plans for the future. He wrote, “for Tommy— the prettiest smartest bird in the flock!”
I dunno I am DEAD and LIVING at the same time