I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body.

our limbs which had already traveled far beyond her world, carrying the click of distances in the smooth, untroubled soles of their shoes.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different.

Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.