Clean Slate
The first New Year’s I spent alone, I doused everything I ate [on wedding-dinner plates] in grass-fed cultured butter: filet,langoustines, asparagus. Decadence honors our absence, memorialize another night amidthis limbo of emancipation: in three weeks I will be free. [Waiting for the date is like having blood drawnafter doctor’s orders to see if the disease was contracted or in your… Read more →
