I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.

In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.

Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)