I'm in a hard place now. A very silent place. And I'm struggling to either accept this or drag myself out of it.

I'm fascinated by but afraid of animals.

In high school my mother advised me to make my last lines into titles. It was very good advice.

I HATE HALLOWEEN. This makes me VERY unpopular.

I have a complicated relationship with non-human animals. I've never really been close to one.

I think it's a huge shortcoming of mine - this disconnect between the world of human and animals. We are animals.

I don't write very much about penises. More than some poets but not perhaps as much as I should.