I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.
Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.
I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
I think that in poetry personal experience is very important, but certainly it shouldn't be a kind of shut-box and mirror looking, narcissistic experience. I believe it should be relevant, and relevant to the larger things, the bigger things such as Hiroshima and Dachau and so on.