I give up, growing weak, and just lie there. She keeps me down though and looks at Luce, "Are you serious? She could've killed you. Just go before she gets stronger."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading. — Edward Hirsch
