The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

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

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

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

Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.

...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.