She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

Love your self's self where it lives.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not. The trade winds blow me, and I do not know where the land is; the waves fold over each other; they are in love with themselves; sleeping in their own skin; and I float over them and I do not know about tomorrow.

It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.