"Cruelty."
I'm very obsessed with the cruelty of human beings
to others, and to animals, and to themselves.
Lots of my poems are about that.
And especially the perversion of sex.
I never write love poems unless they're
about the perversion of love.
I can't, because it'd be too sentimental if you just
wrote about love.
"Cruelty."
"The hoof marks on the dead wildcat gleam in the dark.
You are naked as you drag it up on the porch.
That won't work either.
Drinking ice water hasn't nor having the bed springs snap
fingers to help us keep rhythm, because I've never once felt
anything that might get close.
Can't you see, the thing I want most is hard,
running toward my own teeth and it bites back?"