“Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.”

“A poet could kill the dead.”

“Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.”

“We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.”

“I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.”

“Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.”

“The words he said, too, must be human enough to bleed.”