This morning my dad called me up and said, 'So, tonight's your last show, huh. ' And I said, 'No, Dad, that's someone else. '
The heft of a life in the hands grows both lighter and weightier. Over time, my life has become more saturated with its shape and made-ness, while my poems have become more and more free. The first word of every poem might be "Yes. " The next words: "And then. "