my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it

my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it

this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)

no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
like La Reina
finding comfort in each space
no matter size; sun


like leftover trees
after Christmas joy is gone
this is our country

kitty loves jackets
Patagonia-repaired
perfectly pink warmth

my kitty comfort
is no comfort on this day
(day of infamy)

and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change
parenting problems
don’t end when the kids grow up
(they can still break you)
rolled in this meringue:
apples, mascarpone cream,
burnt honey. ’20.

baked in this Roulade:
my student’s home-raised hen eggs
ready to be whipped


folded in this bake:
some precious moments of peace
so hard sought, well earned

masked in this meringue:
a year of bittersweet loss
melted into joy
