he & madonna had a bad break-up before we met. (she told him she hoped it turned green & fell off) as it turned out, i didn't like his cockiness & persistent sweaty-sock smell & abrupt falling asleep after, any better than she had.
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.