neighbor with a bourbon problem. just wanted to be one of the girls...but her loud clumsy obnoxious loquaciousness & know-it-all-ness pushed everyone away. her sadness & loneliness was so thick, it was visible to the naked eye. i closed my eyes.
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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Ah, the sad irony of neediness being one of the things that turns people off most...
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