When Sleeping Beauty wakes up, she is almost fifty years old

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.

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

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

My writing time needs to surround itself with empty stretches, or at least unpeopled ones, for the writing takes place in an area of suspension as in a hanging nest that is almost entirely encapsulated.

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.