barely slid under the "too-old" army cutoff, had a phD, heart & zero street smarts. the mind-fuck was harder on her. we bought the be-all-you-can-be propaganda, she was the only one of us who came to serve her country, not herself.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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Intensely insightful.
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