When I edit the poems - and I do edit, which some people don't mean when they use the term "stream of consciousness" - I'm usually editing toward greater accuracy, which sometimes means more fragmentation, because that is the way I think.

I am interested in the movement of my own thoughts and in trying make the poems feel more accurate to experience, including the experience of thinking.

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.

One of my greatest anxieties as a mother is head injuries.

I love food too much - not because I'm fat but because it's so consumptionistic, etc.

I really, really fear head injuries. But when people hit their heads in movies or fall down - I can't stop laughing.

I do not like candy. I do not like knocking on strangers' doors. I do not like having to deal with the candy disaster that is Halloween. I resent it.