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 am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.

And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope

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.

Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.