8x10 print with the poem below, from the book Advice for Me and Maybe You.
(frame not included)
 
You’ve been perhaps
wanting 
normal people to like you. 
 
Otherwise you think you’ll die
lonely and poor, because normal
people have all the love and all
the money.
 
But you are not normal and nor 
is anyone else. 
 
Say it a lot, until it just becomes
a funny sound—
Normal. Normal. Normal.
Normal, normal, normal, normal, normal—
or a small, furry, burrowing, blind creature.
 
You are not a straight rod; you’re a bent
and arching branch of the one
great tree.