wandering

Instead of working on the kissing disease like I probably should be, I've been flirting with that other abandoned project (the whole narrative novel in verse turned prose poem sequence that used to be called once dulcet til I tossed that name for another (and subsequently purloined that one for the etsy store since it's one of my favorite words ever..) That project feels actually more "finished" than the former, easier somehow, but then I am suspicious of even that...