Where Can I Free Myself

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.