I love words almost as much as I love my baby blanket. I love that words have weight. how we can will them from deep within our mental lexicons in less than a second. That different languages allow them to be mysteries. That people smarter than me can translate these mystery words so that I can read Anna Karenina and other beautiful pieces of art that were originally meant for someone other than my English-speaking self. That through words, we can express both elation and despair. I love that an hour ago, I had no idea what words you would be reading when you came to this page. 

I write because I am continuously in awe of what my mind comes up with. And further, I write poetry because I think it is the most beautiful way words can be read. I realize that while you read my poem, you may imagine an entirely different meaning than I originally intended--and that's okay. If your heart and mind connect because of a string of words I chose to put together, I will be honored.

I also write for you.