She says,
I prefer not to surround myself
with negative people,
with negative energy
as she listens over earbuds to her eclectic
music archive:
Nirvana,
Beethoven,
Miles;
as she browses through the extensive
poetry collection on her Kindle:
Frost,
Sexton,
Plath;
doing this as she sits alone on the sofa
in the coffee house
under the reproduction
of
The Starry Night,
painted by Van Gogh
from a memory of the view
out the window of his sanitarium.
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