So I'm a bit drunk and reading these right now, so perhaps that makes me more able to write this now that I usually would, but I love your poetry so much. It breaks convention of cadence but maintains it so well. It takes on conversational imagery but makes it so beautiful. I wait all the time to find more of your poems. I actually had a dream about you specifically for the first time the other day. We were laying in a huge... Box? A chest, more like? Outside in some amalgam of my work campus and your school campus that you saw as a creative space, and you were handing me poems you were writing at an incredible pace, about your loves, your fears, your home, your ideas of beauty. I'd actually forgotten about the dream until reading III just now. It's fascinating how dreams work like that. Anyway, I absolutely love your poetry.