Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.

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.

One way of ending the poem is to turn it back on itself, like a serpent with its tail in its mouth.

I would not recommend poetry as a career. In the first place, it's impossible in this time and place - in this culture - to make poetry a career. The writing of poetry is one thing. It's an obsession, the scratching of a divine itch, and has nothing to do with money. You can, however, make a career out of being a poet by teaching, traveling around, and giving lectures. It's a thin living at best.

Nature is a catchment of sorrows.

I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.

We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.