Cosplaying my former self 👯

could really go for a 9 p.m. East Village Pinkberry right now

Hello 500+ Poetry Trapper Keepers!! If you’re reading this, I’m probably on the train to Paris right now. And like any good American in preparation for this trip, I did my annual screening/crying to Before Sunset and wrote a poem about past selves because Pinkberry was in my dreams again (5/5 stars).

Also, if you live in Amsterdam, there are a few spots left in my poetry workshop happening this Saturday from 14-16.00 at Treehouse NDSM.

Get your tickets here. It’s gonna be a good one!

xx K

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Cosplaying my former self 👯

ballet fashion intern B side trauma 
selective applause atomic sentience 

like my… validation necklace?

the divine mundane could really go for 
a 9 p.m. East Village Pinkberry right now 

a green-eyed algorithm hands you back 
your black teddy bear in a bar on fire 
on your birthday have you ever sprinted

through Amsterdam Centraal clutching a 
bouquet of flowers at one in the morning 
because I have late stage capital situationship 

superhero syndrome queen of the underworld 

I’m a tree and I’m being shaken 
and I’m falling 
off 

the vine

my commitment issues have gasped

suddenly I have a desire to dress again 
my just in time couch tea baby, you

are gonna miss that plane

(I know)

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Your poetry homework for the week is to write down your dreams. Clearly, there’s something happening in the cosmos right now (or maybe it’s just the solar flares) but like, you never know what kind of epiphanies the divine mundane of the dream world might give you. 💭