pThese poems are about poverty, family, loss, the vast significance of the everyday, the wisdom of eating when you are hungry.ppBut mostly about love. ppHere's a poem ppI AM A KNOWN BREAKER OF BROKEN THINGS ppI am a known breaker of broken things. I can guarantee the permanent dismantling of anything even moderately salvageable. While gluing the handle back on your favorite mug I will undoubtedly manage to chip the rim. Patching your jeans I'll blow a seam rendering them unwearable. Listen. Next time you're on your hands and knees digging through dust bunnies for those lost batteries. You. Will. Regret. The day I offered to fix the remote control because I inevitably manage to crack the plastic snap off the back, that delicate tab meant to hold everything together. I'm not the best at keeping it together. See, my dad was the guy who'd give you a reason to cry if you couldn't supply a full alibi for every. Single. Tear. Complaining about scraped knees or bee stings