hair flopped over eyes sparkling roguery. too old for me-that was part of his charm. bought a vintage jeweled-velvet dress for a pretenders concert date. kissed him after, even though he didn't have the crush on me i did on him.
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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