Ode to New York
I see God in your crevices and craters: floating o shielding tender life from mercurial ocean waves. Blanket my sanctuary under the neutered sour of slick cream cheese. Yeast has never had a more perfect vessel. Rather than pontificating about empty calories, you are a proponent of HAES. My hedonist, you know better than anyone: there is no health without… Read more →
