... people get confidential at midnight.

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

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

Love, we are a small pond.

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.

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

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.