Poetry relies on the conviction there are
trapdoors in words where great changes can enter,
the words themselves turn to windows or doors big enough
for revolution, revelation, kisses or friends.

The poet says she knows there is no afterlife
and then kisses life so thoroughly from top to bottom
there isn’t any room for
after.
life.

Barbara Lamorticella, from After. Life (via violentwavesofemotion)