There’s so much of everything, everywhere, and without poetry it becomes unbearable. I began seeing poetry in unexpected places, before even knowing to give it that name. I often wonder if that was intentional or not.

Now I write to explain these things to myself. Sometimes that’s easy; sometimes it’s like letting blood. Either way, I can’t not write.


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