Please note: my son is not yet thirteen
but already he’s adorning his wrists with bands and chains.
Is this something that all preteen boys do?
Which reminds me. What do you call a fake noodle?
Either she’s really stupid or really brave.
Though I suppose it was smart of her to give her little brother
the privilege of setting them free,
since, for his troubles, he got stung twice.
(Though she preferred the title of “Rag Princess.”)
This same time, years previous: tomato jam, basic oatmeal muffins, earthy ponderations, part three, on not rushing it, chocolate malted milk frosting, nectarine cobbler, odds and ends, fresh tomato salad, buttery basil pesto, basil pesto