In conversation with poet Richard Siken, be prepared to bleed a little.
She was born.
She was born and the hospital fell into a crack where it burned.
“I may write plays now so that they’re really open on some level, but I’d like to see if there’s a more visual level, rather than just the inherent truth of the language that I’ve always gone for. I want to find a sort of visual shorthand. I’m just beginning to play with that now.”