I think when I became self-aware of how ridiculously quiet we as poets are to the world at large, it opened me up more, especially my imagination. It allowed me to write about school shootings, the fear of keeping my daughter safe, the intimacy of damp sheets—it allowed me to write about all of that like no one else was reading it, which is probably because no one, or very few, were reading the poems. But as depressing as that may sound, it was the most freeing thing.