A letter, upon inquiring on what sort of person I am

A letter, upon inquiring on what sort of person I am

Upon inquiring about what sort of person I am, I
shall tell you
I’m like that-that woman that
speaks without abandon, I
talk
with my hands, I
speak with intention
I’m like that
I
am a woman who’s love is strong
my
tears
are never out of weakness
but strength because
true strength
is when you care enough to show the emotion, I
show the emotion.
And you should know that I
fancy myself a rather normal girl, I
realize though, that
what is normal to a spider
is chaos to a fly
I’m not a fly on a wall
I am the spider woman, weaving the web
I am the glorious goddess that lives forever in your dreams,
I’m like that
So once in a while, I
want you to pass by Coney Island and think of me
and think of me on the Brighton Beach side
think of me when the European women scold their children in Russian, while pushing Bugaboo strollers and
think of me when you walk the streets of New Jersey
think of me in the island of Manhattan
I’m like that-this melding of cities and places
and decades, I
live in the eras of long ago
I live in yesteryear, my
old lover would tell me to step into the 21st century, and I’d always reply,
“For what?”
I’m like that.
I’m
mysterious and ooky like the Adams family
I’m
seriously strange and fascinating
I am.
And once in a while, I remember the stories that I may perhaps retell
over
and over
and over again
I may, just.
But think of me, kind sir
I’ve a story to tell you
that is just unfolding

Currently listening to:

The Craftaholic
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” 

-Jack Kerouac
Etsy

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