#excrepts

“I wanted to tell them that I never knew that people like Dante exsisted in the world, people who looked at the stars and knew the mysteries of water and knew enough to know that birds belonged to heavens and weren’t meant to be shot down from their graceful flights by mean and stupid boys.”

“We wish with our hands, that’s what we do as artists.”

“You poets are obsessed with stars. Falling stars. Shooting stars. Dying stars.” “Stars are important,” I say, laughing. “Sure but why not more poems about the sun? The sun is also a star, and it’s our most important one. That alone should be worth a poem or two.”

I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight,