The problem of the female body is not something that I've studied, but my memoir does treat that theme.

I don't know where to place my body. Everyone notices that about me. I'm very restless.

In that way, I don't understand myself. It might have to do with my own conflicts, where to place my body as a child, which I have carried over to now. In this way I'm constantly dislocated.

I'm not sure why my muse is female, except when I am deliberately playing against that figure.

I only submit the poems I think are the strongest.

I have some weak poems in that new collection, which is why I'm not ready to send the collection out yet.

Breath and brevity are sisters; the long-winded is an enemy who muffles your heartbeat.