"Nothing about it is pretty, this habit carried
from my father’s mother, a timid woman
behind Coke-bottle glasses who cut oranges"
"Mother drove at night without a seatbelt
in case anyone would kindly slam into the back of her corolla
pitch her out with a baseball sound, all clean sailing"
"The shredded curtain lifts from wind, smoky tinges of rag.
Outside the purplish snake berries bunch in bouquets.
Deer glide by, glare, move in trances. A winter’s feast,"
On the Subject of Pluto
"But what, you’re asking yourself, has any of this got to do with Pluto? Well, here’s a funny fact about a lecture that’s supposed to be about Pluto: nothing, folks. [Hiccups.] Our break-up had just about nothing to do with Pluto. Barely had much to do with square dancing either, frankly. But, I’d like to take you back to 2006 for a minute, when Pluto was demoted to a dwarf planet."
A Podcast Interview With Hillary Adler
"I think usually I am writing in the immediacy trying to process the fragments of my life, trying to process what goes on around me. I am wary of saying that I go to the page for therapy because I don't find writing to be in any way therapeutic, but it does help me understand my place or position in the place I find myself in."