another cousin, who for christmas sent me a subscription to the NRA newsletter...embarrassed me more than if really hard-core porn had arrived in my mailbox. he works as a spy for the man, but is really a closet anarchist.
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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So much packed into this one. Excellent.
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