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.

You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D

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.

There is something so deeply visceral about libraries for me-rooms and rooms full of people dreaming and remembering.

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

I always say I write because I have lots of questions, not because I have any answers.

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