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

Keep on doing what you're doing.

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.

Everything I write, I read out loud. It has to sound a certain way. It has to look a certain way on the page.

People are going to judge you all the time no matter what you do...Don't worry about other people. Worry about you.

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.

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