when we were 12, found all the sexy books under her parents' bed. took turns reading the happy hooker & the story of o & such, & compared notes. we knew we were learning about a delicious kind of power we couldn't wait to try.
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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