This is one of the nicest things ever said to me on blog, mainly because I'm so hilarious and humble. If I wasn't, I suppose this could be an insult.
Whew. Good thing.
I guess I'm suppose to write a poem now. (Or, if this is an insult, fuck you, here's a poem!)
The worst poem I ever stole
was from the battered goodbye of an ending friendship
they sounded like larks in the night: out of place but clear
The best poem I never stole
was the brittle song of neighbors coupling
tapping against the near-translucent hotel wall
Short Answer: Honor Thief