Everyone In Me Is A

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

I Am Out Of Practice At Living. You Are As Brave As A Motorcycle.

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

We Are America. We Are The Coffin Fillers. We Are The Grocers Of Death. We Pack Them In Crates Like Cauliflowers.

My Husband Sings Baa Baa Black Sheep And We Pretend That All's Certain And Good, That The Marriage Won't End.