Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.

How Can I Look Back And Not Speak Of The Stupid Learning About Birth? Of The Stupid Learning That People Make Love, And How It Seemed The Reason For All Things, The Intimacy Of My Wondering, The Illumination That To An Adolescent Was The Cause For Life Around Me, The Reason Why The Unhappy People I Knew Did Not Kill Themselves?

The Process Of Writing A Poem Represents Work Done On The Self Of The Poet, In Order To Make Form.

The World Is Made Up Of Stories, Not Atoms.

What Three Things Can Never Be Done? / Forget. Keep Silent. Stand Alone