I'm a Person Who Speaks Quickly

I said, "My parents don't like my book,"
but it turns out that it's not near
so clear.
I'm telling you, my brother is a saint.
That guy's a pile of love.
As a kid he had ice skates that cost
a hundred dollars, which was
ridiculous then, like
stories at scout camp.
His feathered hair was the impressive
chest of a wind-blown bird.