a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
compounded of acid and sweet like a pineapple,
like a handgrenade set to explode,
like a goldenrod ready to bloom.
Marge Piercy (1971)
"how's his heart?" "we should all have such a heart, a solid heart!" he makes breakfast with fruit for the artist his prisoner who will not be made…
# bold those books you've read # italicize started-but-never-finished # underline owned but not read # add three of your own # post to your journal…