I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet — buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture — than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.
Related Authors: Mary Karr | Lit
Related Topics: poetry, poets
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