Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt - less and less sharp and biting into you.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

Love is a good place to situate our distrust of fake women.

All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

What is an adjective? Nouns name the world. Verbs activate the names. Adjectives come from somewhere else. The word adjective (epitheton in Greek) is itself an adjective meaning 'placed on top', 'added', 'appended', 'foreign'. Adjectives seem fairly innocent additions, but look again. These small imported mechanisms are in charge of attaching everything in the world to its place in particularity. They are the latches of being.

There are different gradations of personhood in different poems. Some of them seem far away from me and some up close, and the up-close ones generally don't say what I want them to say. And that's true of the persona in the poem who's lamenting this as a fact of a certain stage of life. But it's also true of me as me.