In the poem "C," the crows are associated with cancer, because I had suffered a cancer scare.

As a first-generation "Asian American woman," for one thing, I knew there was no such thing as an "Asian American woman." Within this homogenizing labeling of an exotica, I knew there were entire racial/national/cultural/sexual-preferenced groups, many of whom find each other as alien as mainstream America apparently finds me.

If I could write a novel while I'm walking, I probably would.

As the only girl growing up for a long time with only boys, as you pointed out, it seems like I was always surrounded by guys. There was this sense in which my female body was a problem.

The consciousness of one's physical self had to be repressed because, socially, the female body was so visible, an ongoing provocation and incitement of specular curiosity and fascination.

Philosophy is a bad master for poetry; religion worse; and politics self-serving will never serve the Muse.

When I write, I put aside the heterosexual world to admit a muse that is a woman-loving-woman female.