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.
She'd crack A joke sharp as a tin lid Hot from the teeth of the can-opener, And cackle her crack-corn laugh.
I didn't have time to sit down and look at the work of a year and choose what to type.
it is forbidden to love where we are not loved
If I wrote in a sonnet form, I would be distorting. Or if I had some great new idea for line breaks and I used it in a poem, but it's really not right for that poem, but I wanted it, that would be distorting.