i was his senior-prom date...he didn't have the guts to take the boy he'd have preferred. we were the only pair who were just good friends, & won the "newlywed game" at the after-party--to the dismay of romancing couples.
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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I enjoy being a hag.
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