I volunteered to participate in this program with at risk youth. We read stories and write letters to the kids to get them interested in reading. One of the things we’re supposed to read is an Emily Dickinson poem. I remember when I was in high school and trying to establish a rep so I wouldn’t get beat up everyday. I used to read Emily Dickinson and talk about it with my homeboys all the time.
We’d hang out in the parking lot of the high school comparing how Bustle in a House was like when my cousin’s suegra died or how Single Hound got to the heart of your inability to escape yourself.
Yeah, after I exhibited my fierce ability to analyze the poetry of Emily Dickson no one ever kicked my ass in the gym locker room again.