I Think That My Work Is Easy

Poems Come From Ordinary Experiences And Objects, I Think. Out Of Memory - A Dress I Lent My Daughter On Her Way Back To College; A Newspaper Photograph Of War; A Breast Self-exam; The Tooth Fairy; Calvinist Parents Who Beat Up Their Children; A Gesture Of Love; Seeing Oneself Naked Over Age 50 In A Set Of Bright Hotel Bathroom Mirrors.

It Might Be A Bad Thing, Not To Know What's Going On In The World. I Can't Say I Really Approve Of It.

Because A Poem Is Not Written While Running Or While Answering The Phone. It's Written In Whatever Minutes One Has. Sometimes You Have Half An Hour.

I'm Probably So Out Of It At My Age That I Don't Know What People Think.

Maybe In Order To Understand Sex Fully/one Has To Risk Being Destroyed By It.