Kindra is incredible, a writer indeed!
I’m running out of poetry; your Absence is a burglar of words and rhythm. You’re the one who’d always told me to write my heart out. Just write, baby girl. Tell me, how am I supposed to cope with the loss of my goddamned verses? Who am I, if not a writer?
***
I wandered way down cobblestone,
deep in fog exhaled from lungs.
Mourning mind preoccupied,
my flitting feet followed instinct—
landed me at Dimwit dive-bar,
Old Town.
Somehow,
I ended up supping a ginny Gin Rickey.
Stood
in the nook at the
billiards table, a beatnik boy-toy of
Nimoy stature floated me a
hawk-eye look; affixed a fag to
his bottom lip, and
I just knew he was the type who
liked
Wuthering fucking Heights.
***
What comes next? I have an idea, but can’t seem to execute it. I’ve been staring at this piece of shit for…
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Thank you for love and support, Nicole! ❤
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Always, love. I’m working on a review of your book, hopefully I’ll have it up in the next few days or weeks or year 😉🖤
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Haha! You’re a busy lady. Remember to take care of you, too. ❤
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