I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles and I thought that was pretty cool so I was quite up front about it.

I used to lie between cool clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it and talk to God.