By Lillian Cunningham — 2014
“With poetry,” Collins says, “you don’t have to go through a windshield to realize that life is precious.”
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A few months and many deaths ago, I woke up exhausted, again. Every morning, I felt like I was rebuilding myself from the ground up. Waking up was hard. Getting to my desk to write was hard. Taking care of my body was hard. Remembering the point of it all was hard.