Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink.

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.

On a good day I write, all day.

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.

In life you get one take, and it's perfect. It's strange, afterwards you might think I shouldn't have reacted that way, but that's the way you reacted. That's your take; that's all you get.