The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.
I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.
bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.