a very private & kindly astronomer, he & his 4-legged best friend lived in the pink house & said something thoughtful every time they did their rounds. after sonnie died, he was broken, & it hurt my heart to watch him walk by alone.
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:
perfect.
-Tyler
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