I cannot shut you out the way I shut the others out, so maybe I can destroy you. Must destroy you?

There are no honest poems about dead women.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect....what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid? ...Death on the other hand, is the final silence...my silences had not protected me. Your silences will not protect you.

Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows comes the shape I am seeking for reason.

In other words, I would be giving in to a myth of sameness which I think can destroy us.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.