“In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, “I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.” — Linh Dinh Copy Share Image
“Seeing you dumpster diving the other day, I meant To say hello and toss you a quarter, but the Secret Service wouldn't allow it.… — Linh Dinh Copy Share Image
“The Mind The mind is a hotel with a thousand rooms. When I tilt my head a certain way, I think about certain things.… — Linh Dinh Copy Share Image
No one knows ish about ish, though some ish does get much closer to the real ish. — Linh Dinh Copy Share Image
“In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, “I don’t know if you or I exist, but… — Linh Dinh Copy Share Image
