Nature is a catchment of sorrows.
Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.
The time on either side of now stands fast.
The tougher the form the easier it is for me to handle the poem, because the form gives permission to be very gut honest about feelings.
It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.
Here on the drawing board fingers and noses leak from the air brush maggots lie under if i should die before if i should die in the back room stacked up in smooth boxes like soapflakes or tunafish wait the undreamt of.