Attn: you. My un-romantic pitch for poetry.

The beginning of a violet-hued adventure

Who has time for poetry? Maybe them, the ones with money and time in spades and hearts for romance. They beckon me to join the club but I want my best friends to be diamonds not paper dreams, not even Insta-paper.

Me, I’ve got a full house of worry. Money on my mind. Work in progress. A one-shot life in the making that I’m constantly trying to keep from…