How I Discovered Poetry

...I read poetry on the school bus. I read poetry in my grandfather's garden, down by the unnameable purple flowers. I read poetry in my tent. I read poetry while eating artichokes one leaf at a time. I read poetry on the cold mornings in my house, standing over the air vent with my nightgown tucked under my feet, trapping all the hot air against my thighs before it could escape to the rest of the house....

[From a post at Dustin Brookshire's blog, "I Was Born Doing Reference Work in Sin." Thanks for the opportunity, Dustin!]