I Worked At All Kinds Of Jobs,

I Lived In The Studio Apartment That I Bought For Four Years Before I Bought It In 1989, So I Was Already In It. I Began Living There In 1985, So I've Had The Same Address And Phone Number Since Then.

Translation Is An Interestingly Different Way To Be Involved Both With Poetry And With The Language That I've Found Myself Living In Much Of The Time. I Think The Two Feed Each Other.

Who Gets To Choose What Battle Takes Her Down?

Did You Love Well What Very Soon You Left? Come Home And Take Me In Your Arms And Take Away This Stomach Ache, Headache, Heartache. Never So Full, I Never Was Bereft So Utterly. The Winter Evenings Drift Dark To The Window. Not One Work Will Make You, Where You Are, Turn In Your Day, Or Wake From Your Night Toward Me. The Only Gift I Got To Keep Or Give Is What I've Cried, Floodgates Let Down To Mourning For The Dead Chances, For The End Of Being Young, For Everyone I Loved Who Really Died. I Drank Our One Year Out In Brine Instead Of Honey From The Seasons Of Your Tongue.

I Think There Is Something About Coming To A City To Work That Puts You In Touch With It In A Different Way.