I keep feeling that there isn't one poem being written by any one of us - or a book or anything like that. The whole life of us writers, the whole product I guess I mean, is the one long poem - a community effort if you will. It's all the same poem. It doesn't belong to any one writer - it's God's poem perhaps. Or God's people's poem.

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

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

Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.

being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions

In a dream you are never eighty.

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