I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

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

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.

Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.

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.