tomorrow, the black morning
there’s an offer at hand for more grading
at the Bigstate U. it’s an upgrade in the
sense that i’ve been unemployed for a year.
a downgrade in the sense that it’s now an
“hourly” position and i’ll be e-filing “time-
if i can work the damn interface.
domestic arts in the age of digital distribution.
evidently, one can do *this*.