I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.
Even without wars, life is dangerous.
Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.
Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.