Etc. II

One hundred and nine 

dollars of craft supplies 

and organizational

pouches. The most recent 

draft of a prose thing 

with the expected highs

and typos. A sensational 

smutty novel about teen

queer necromancers battling 

intergalactic demons. 

The sheer delight of not 

freelancing and

the disappointment, too, 

that everyday there is 

labor and money.