#pursepoem

Finally, he gave the gift of not giving, at a time when giving is an expectation and that was good enough for a bookend. I’d spent years of my life in his labyrinth of tricks and turns, him throwing in

I spend this evening with writers, one famous? Maybe, more, all are published and two prolifically. I couldn’t tell you their names—well, not last sur’s. And all night they talk about the little money