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

I love narrative and sometimes I feel frustrated with stand-up.

Very little of my time is spent thinking about poetry, except the time I spend in class.

I'm interested in the self. And in the limits and transformations of self. And in self presentation. And in doubt. And in playing with the audience's expectations. But I don't like dressing up like on Halloween.

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.

I'm even afraid of kittens. They bite too! But I respect animals.

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.