Sometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.

Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.

I think boys don't always like to read books with female protagonist - I don't even know what to say about this.

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

Diversity is about all of us, and about us having to figure out how to walk through this world together.

Maybe this was our last summer as best friends. I feel like something's going to change now and I'm not going to be able to change it back. —Margaret

As a poet who has the tools for interpreting the poem differently, you can begin to deconstruct it. But the human being who's like, "I know about conversation, I know about language, I know about hard times," will approach the poem differently.