finally, spring.
black pudding pork scratchings (in fact, pork- four ways), our inability to stop eating Doritos because it reminded us of our childhood, cartwheels in fake grass (but green nonetheless), tennesee honey whiskey, crack pie, wine i can’t pronouce, homemade bone marrow butter (yeah, you heard me), blue skies, sunlight (thank goodness), sunglasses (finally), and just really really good meat. “it’s small, but just what i needed.”
also:
“every time i ride the subway, I ask a stranger to write a poem”