Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.

Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.

I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.

women are born twice.

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.