The Lonely Writer

Jazmine Cartwright
Oct 19
1 min read

I often wonder what people think

When they see a writer

When they see me in a coffee shop with

Receipts on the table full of drafts

Three notebooks half full of writing that looks like a Doctor’s prescription

A poetry book peaking out of my bag

A laptop plugged in

What a trip hazard

They see me

Staring right back at them

But I am only people watching

Maybe one day

I will write a poem about you...

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