It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

Don’t worry if they say you’re crazy. They said that about me and yet I was saner than all of them. I knew. No matter. You know. Insane or sane, you know. It’s a good thing to know - no matter what they call it.

Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.

Even without wars, life is dangerous.

But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.

It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.

The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder. I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her.