We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love.

People probably long for something genuinely personal in a society where the personal is often indistinguishable from the "personalized." Maybe the poetry audience member is searching for his or her own "personal space" and they expect the poet to be a sort of avatar of the private life. But that sort of representation is distasteful to me. Asking a poet to represent the personal life is, paradoxically, to turn the poet into something other than a person.

I know you by your willingness.

The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone.

Metaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy.

The future is all around here.' It's a place, anyplace where we don't exist.

We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love.