In the bookstore I saw how a woman bought a book I had contributed to. I spoke to her excitedly. “How nice of you to buy that.” But before I could tell that I had written the poems for the pictures, the woman shook her head. “This is for a friend. I don’t like those poems, neither does that boy.” Out of discomfort and embarrassment, I just talked along with the woman, without confessing who I was. Before she paid, we both came to the conclusion that Twan Vet is a dick.
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A version of this article also appeared in the May 11, 2023 newspaper.