Conversation was my first love. Conversation, via all mediums. My heart has chosen a few more subjects of its adoration over the years. My brain disagrees with some of them. But others make more sense. Almost too much. I like words. Perhaps this branches off of my love for conversation. Regardless, once in a blue moon, I will put together some words that sound crisp together, slap a title on it, and call it a poem. Maybe twice in a blue moon. I am controversy. Not controversial. I am controversy incarnate.