she said we'd talk for a few months. it took five years. she stayed one step ahead of me always, & was far kinder than i had any right to expect. i told her the whole truth, & she saved my life.
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment