Excerpts from HUNGRY
My Days are Pies
Each day is like pie, with immense possibility, sealed in a golden epidermis.
I often think about pie. Not in terms of idioms, like that “shoot for the pie in the sky” nonsense or how something can taste as sweet as pie. I consider few people, save the odd toddler, to be cutie pies. And while I often wish jabbering idiots…