The poem called "My God Father of the Gentiles". I want to read it.
Oh and by the way.....
I BOUGHT A CONDO. I CLOSED LAST TUESDAY. I OWN A CONDOMINIUM.
I need a couch. A dining room table. A bedroom set. Hell, a decorator (ha). Because I'm the sort of kid Anna Quindlen could love:
"I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves."