brought his prized red drum when his mother came piping for a party, & indelibly stamped himself on sam, who misheard eli's name, & a few years later, named his new son 'elan' after the boy who thumped & strummed into his heart.
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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oh the twisting of details...
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