All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.
I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
The darkness has it's own light.
I came to love, I came into my own.
The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone.