part of the original "urgent writers group." that summer, she wrote through getting the nerve to leave her husband & falling in love with a woman. i'm the age now she was then, & regret our callousness toward her poems as therapy.
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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