About Me
First of all,
I’m not a poet.
I know,
What a great way to establish my ethos, but believe me.
I’m just a geeky kid who likes to write sometimes.
If it means anything,
My fourth grade teacher once told me, that I could be a novelist.
When I was in fifth grade,
I asked my best friend via email
To be my editor.
She replied by telling me I needed a driver’s license,
And I replied by asking her what side of the bed she woke up on.
Because for me,
Seventeen-years-old was basically forty-three-years-old and that was a very long way off, and I didn’t have time for that if I wanted to be a best-selling author by the age of fourteen.
So I thought I could be a novelist.
When I was in fifth grade,
I opened up a new Word document,
Formatting it neatly with size 12 Times New Roman
And an official-looking size 36 Papyrus “Chapter 1” at the top of the first page.
I started about seven different stories,
And got through about half a page for each,
Then I quit after realizing I knew next to nothing about polar bears
Or kung-fu or secret service agents or vampire cats.
Dejected, I closed my Word document,
But I made sure to save it just in case my rough drafts
Became a million dollars each
When I became a best-selling author at the age of fourteen.
Because, when I was in fifth grade,
Fourteen was basically seventeen,
Which was basically forty-three, which was a very long way off.
And I didn’t have time for that.
When I was fifteen,
I proudly handed in my final paper
About a prison break and two imprisoned men.
I got an A on the paper,
But when my teacher handed it back to me,
He asked me why I chose to name my characters after characters in Lord of the Flies.
It was at that point that I realized,
I knew next to nothing about prison breaks.
I suddenly felt very glad that seventeen
Was still basically forty-three,
Which was still a very long time before I had to worry about my driver’s license.
Now, I’m finally seventeen.
It’s certainly no forty-three,
I mean,
Forty-three is basically sixty-five is basically one-hundred two,
Which is still a very long way off.
I could technically get a driver’s license,
But unfortunately,
I’m still stuck about half a page through Chapter 1.
After all, I’m still just a geeky kid who likes to write sometimes.
I think I’m a dork.
My friends tell me I’m just quirky,
But I ask them if that’s a euphemism for something.
Because I sometimes try to write poetry,
Even though I’m not a poet,
And believe me.
I know it.