I love Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. I also love more cerebral poets like H.D. and Emily Dickinson. My parents subscribed to a monthly poetry periodical, and as a teenager I was introduced to Denise Levertov, who was an influence.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

Pulling heads off Barbies, sticking them on the TV antenna and ruining the reception. But thats how witch babies are.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth.

Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.