I took out $60 from the ATM today. I’m handing it over to R. The goal: write three poems or ten pages of fiction in one week. If I don’t, she gets to donate the money to an organization I hate: the American Nazi Party. Already, I feel uncomfortable, because that is an organization which completely disgusts me. Three poems in one week or else. Better not fail.
In wintertime, the carfinally warms along the curveof the driveway as wearrive home.