a priori/a posteriori

Wednesday, August 26, 2015


I sit in my office, table overwhelmed with papers.

My step-daughter is laughing about something, down the hall.

My fiance' is sleeping -- I hope -- in the room next door.
I pick at the receipts.

It's like raking leaves, but one at a time.
Leaps of faith are scary, in this world.

They feel a lot better

when you have six legs.

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