knew she 'dressed like a man,' but didn't know it meant anything in particular back then. years later i majored in gender studies--realized how very hard her life must have always been & wished i'd been a sweeter, easier niece.
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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You slay me with your periodic posts—that is, all the twist on the very last word.
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