Insufficient

pay week this week and the trenchant flabbiness of my bank account vis-a-vis the robustness of prior agreed-to obligations is nothing short of dispiriting. but i don’t think i’m one of those people who take being poor very personally, though. i don’t think my life is that insufficient, either. instead, i go to work, not with the lightest of heart though, but i go. and then i go home, like tonight, realizing there is a waxing crescent moon i can see through my window and some adequately cold beer in the fridge.