Inertia

I don’t know how to sit still for long.

I like to flee when it gets unbearable.

I’m not ready to process anything because it feels like nothing matters except how I feel and I can’t remember if I know how to feel or if that is in fact, feeling.

Once I was sitting under a Linden tree in the 8th Arrondisement. I felt like I had just woken up from something and I didn’t know how I got there. I…

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I’m a woman who writes. Author, poet & Forbes tech contributor. My new book, Deluge in a paper cup waiting for you to read. www.jenniferkite-powell.com

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Jennifer Kite-Powell

Jennifer Kite-Powell

I’m a woman who writes. Author, poet & Forbes tech contributor. My new book, Deluge in a paper cup waiting for you to read. www.jenniferkite-powell.com

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