I don’t fit the sterotype
Of the poet.
I like cashmere,
Dark jeans and heels.
I like pashmina,
White button-down shirt
Pencil skirts
And Loubotins.
I don’t do drugs,
Don’t drink much.
Don’t need silence,
Neither solitude to write.
Just need sea and sun,
Boredom and fun,
Paper and pen,
And my old brain.
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