the cool attendance lady from high school. handed her fabricated notes to explain absences & she'd give me a look that said she knew exactly what i'd been doing. found out years later that she'd looked forward to each imaginative installment.
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.
1 comment:
Oh, yummy.
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