I've Had To Guess At Her, Sewing

When Someone, Let's Say A Teacher, Speaks Of The World And You Are Not In It, It's Like Looking Into The Mirror And Seeing Nothing.

Pride Is A Tricky, Glorious, Double-edged Feeling.

Love, Our Subject: We've Trained It Like Ivy To Our Walls.

For Now, Poetry Has The Capacity - In Its Own Ways And By Its Own Means - To Remind Us Of Something We Are Forbidden To See.

I Feel More Helpless With You Than Without You.