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Kitchen Love
I have never had a kitchen I didn’t fall in love in; I never want to. And by love, I mean everything you think I mean, always, all the time, all of it; I mean love, in love, whatever. There are a million kinds of love, maybe as many as there are people to fall … Continue reading Kitchen Love
WWW: The Sadness of Bodies
Take a tongue, how deftly it darts out at an errant crumb anywhere near the mouth, unthinking, arrowlike in its accuracy, but try finding a lost word and it’s stuck, so thick with thought, beefy, I want to say, remembering the Genoa Delicatessen the time the woman next to me ordered tongue, and the counterman … Continue reading WWW: The Sadness of Bodies
