Does Lynn write love poems? "No, never/ I've been married/ Twenty-five years/ To the same person," who's apparently more husband than muse. If Lynn were single, would poetry be a weapon in her love arsenal? "No it wouldn't/ Because then it's in service/ Of some practical end." Do Lynn and the husband exchange poems on Valentine's Day? Does her husband send her a card with some horrible roses-are-red/ violets-are-blue crap in it? "No he doesn't/ On Valentine's Day/ We go out to dinner/ Instead." Lynn's collections of sensual, non-love poems -- The Dig, and Hotel Fiesta -- are available from University of Illinois Press.
Hey, Faggot: Your friend at Say Cheese has no idea what he's talking about in terms of the taste of breast milk [March 5]. Breast milk is lighter and sweeter than the milk you buy at the store, much like the milk left over after finishing your Cap'n Crunch, but thinner. I don't think it varies that much due to diet. I know I'm no health nut, and mine tasted just fine, and certainly not "awful." Next time you get a question like that, you'd be better off calling the La Leche League.
P.S.: The closest I can think of to the cheese breast milk would make is probably feta.
Hey, CW: Thanks for writing, and right you are about the taste of human breast milk: I asked a friend who's breast-feeding if I could have a sip. She's a meat-eating heavy drinker who smokes cigs and used to do a lot of drugs -- if anybody's breast milk should taste like used motor oil, it's hers. Well, lo and behold, her milk tasted ... pretty sweet. I wouldn't compare it to post-Cap'n Crunch milk, usually pretty hard to taste as the roof of my mouth is usually bleeding too profusely after a bowl to taste anything but blood. No, I thought it was more like the milky leftovers after a bowl of Golden Grahams, or Honey Nut Cheerios.
And by the way, NO I did not imbibe from the source -- my accommodating friend squirted a few drops into a tablespoon. There are some things even I won't do.