Origin Myths

And oddly spaced earrings

On a mild spring afternoon sometime in 1992 in Houston, Texas, a famous poet pierced my ear. I don’t know for a fact it was mild, or spring, but I’m extrapolating - we only all ate lunch in the arts breezeway when the weather wasn’t blisteringly hot, and I’m guessing it was spring because, being a freshman only three years away from Barbies, I wouldn’t …