between the wardrobe and laundry rack
someone is ironing feathers and planets

If the answer were awe, I would be burdened with awe

That I should originate anything
was intolerable to me,
but I considered it, privately.

The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.

Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed.

the revolution needs a bigger space
so that the same tragedy cannot repeat itself

it was great to be a little sick with fear but
it’s better to be alive with a driver’s license  

as long as we’re together and here
we’re poetrying

sweetly going with death; away from
me; plastic bag extending into infinity

She helps her son detach the kneecap from the leg
and wash it in the stream.