There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.

At one point I took on a new job, and I just didn't have time to do anything but work.

Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.

.. to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds.

... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.

I wish I wrote more about the world at more distance from myself.