I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.
... people get confidential at midnight.
We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.
To write about the monstrous sense of alienation the poet feels in this culture of polarized hatreds is a way of staying sane. With the poem, I reach out to an audience equally at odds with official policy, and I celebrate our mutual humanness in an inhuman world.
When Sleeping Beauty wakes up, she is almost fifty years old
Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.