For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Poetry to me is prayer.

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

The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards.

I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.