Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is "Whatever you do, don't be boring."

I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.

I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.

women are born twice.

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

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.