an actual freudian analyst, her razor-sharp critique in our poetry workshop added a new dimension, replete with myth, allegory, & id. with her, as seems often to be the case, the more one knows about neuroses, the more neurotic one is.
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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