I Think Of Myself As Writing For

I Was The Girl Of The Chain Letter, The Girl Full Of Talk Of Coffins And Keyholes, The One Of The Telephone Bills, The Wrinkled Photo And The Lost Connections.

One Of My Secret Instructions To Myself As A Poet Is "whatever You Do, Don't Be Boring."

The Saints Come, As Human As A Mouth, With A Bag Of God In Their Backs, Like A Hunchback, They Come, They Come Marching In.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.