It started off as a slow death
alone with my box of books
as I am alone with my paper and thoughts.
Rebecca read 1973 and cried
and now a complete stranger is in my poem.
What is your book about?
It’s a poetry book.
It is funny to see how there are
so many people that love poetry
but in reality
this is a farce
for 21 books were sold
and a few underhanded
in some Greek style black market.
Oh well, this is the foundation of ancestors
somewhere inside me.
Are you Christina?
Yes, I am.
Can you please dedicate the book
to the one that got away.
Can you please write Happy Birthday Aaron?
One k in Niki,
you learn more about yourself
you listen more when everyone talks.
I suppose not writing is my therapy as well
up until I cannot take how the words
block my vulnerability
annihilate my extensive research of self-publishers.
Freedom is being who you are
even when everyone thinks they know you
and you keep surprising them
with your vulnerability.
I keep it intact
and expose it
in selected poems.
I love to start over.
I thought it killed me
and for a while
I drank too much
and stopped writing
but I can never stop
Every day I am a different person.