You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
Richard SikenWearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks
Richard SikenEverything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. Iโm susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.
Richard SikenWe can do anything. Itโs not because our hearts are large, theyโre not, itโs what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. Itโs a potluck, Iโm making pork chops, Iโm making those long noodles you love so much.
Richard Siken