Thank god no one has ever called me pretty,
I am too fast and furious for trivial things.
The first six months of my life I slept in a baby carriage,
rolling through the shifts from room to room
I watched the ceilings as I lay on my back.
Today I never wear hats; they flatten my curly brown hair,
unlike cool slim blondes, who make the art of
wearing hats look pretty and important. Continue reading