Sometimes There’s No One To Listen To

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.

If A Teacher Told Me To Revise, I Thought That Meant My Writing Was A Broken-down Car That Needed To Go To The Repair Shop. I Felt Insulted. I Didn't Realize The Teacher Was Saying, 'make It Shine. It's Worth It.' Now I See Revision As A Beautiful Word Of Hope. It's A New Vision Of Something. It Means You Don't Have To Be Perfect The First Time. What A Relief!

Poetry [is] More Necessary Than Ever As A Fire To Light Our Tongues.

Sometimes There’s No One To Listen To What You Really Might Like To Say At A Certain Moment. The Paper Always Listens.

A Poem Is A Cup Of Words Open To The Sky And Wind In A Bucket.