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.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

I have been cut in two.

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

I'm hunting for the truth. It might be a kind of poetic truth, and not just a factual one, because behind everything that happens to you, there is another truth, a secret life.

Poetry to me is prayer.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.