my serious & mid-western "buddy" in basic training. felt victorious to reduce her to giggles. we smuggled a watermelon to base,(without knife or forks) cracked it open in a laundry bag on cement, & in our underwear, ate it by handfuls.
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.
2 comments:
This is a beautiful picture. (And probably quite the fantasy for some readers.)
Indigo- This was good for a giggle! I actually still have a photo of the occasion! I've always thought the watermelon made it rated G!
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