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

If I loved someone enough, I would go anywhere in the world with them." —Staggerlee

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

What you say is what matters.

Even with all of its changing, Brooklyn's architecture still feels like home, the language feels like home. It's changing so quickly that it's surprising. It's surprising still, when someone looks kind of askance to see me walking towards them.

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.

I think writers are the history keepers, right? We're the ones who are bearing witness to what's going on in the world. And I feel like it's our job to put that down on paper, and put it out into the world, so that it can be remembered.