I never really got over the fun of making letters.

Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.

We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. ... We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.

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.

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

A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.