"Still, she knew these images were formed
by dirty hands, minds addled by drink  
 
compelled by pain, not by
the shape of a pear or any mountain."

"We were dreamers awake in a dream, 
laboring to impress our professors, 
to articulate a longing for clean articulation, 
for feelings exalted enough to put to words.  
We were not at war with anyone."

“So many names to learn, so many already lost, 
constellations, composers, flora and fauna
of the eastern seaboard, ancient gods and heroes.”