I have concluded thus
that I will never leave my room.
I am
not like you
in wanting to go out
to make a penny cent :
or two.
Neither to climb a mountain
feeling frostbite on my foot.
I would rather sell my things
and live with nothing but a book.
I would rather be alone
with a paper-pencil tool.
Even if you tried to comfort me,
out of petty pain - whatever have you;
still Ill be an artist, as a writer,
through and through.
-V I L L A N U E V A
04.16.22
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