We get born from salt water into blood, we suffer injustices and loss. Sometimes unfathomable injustice, unbearable loss. And we die. Sometimes quickly, quietly, sometimes slowly, painfully. Always alone. I want a poetry that acknowledges this. I want to be broken into, like a house. I want to have everything stolen from me but my life and I want to wake up grateful for being spared.

— Dorianne Laux

(From my interview with Dorianne earlier this year for Read Write Poem. You can read the entire interview here. If you’ve already read it, I recommend reading it again. It will inspire you and remind you what poetry, and life, should be about.)