We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.
I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.
I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.
God serves the choosy. They know what to want.
Women are not supposed to have uteruses, especially in poems.
It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.