my senior prom. when i heard he didn't have a date, i asked him. "buddies" didn't translate into prom date very well. it was odd & awkward & the most fun i had all night was hiding from him in the elevators.
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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