Market-Market

Hard, knockings.

Ripped-off prices of

Men, mingling

With the jitters of

Occupational hazards

And fluids all over

Sweat and tears and cum

Is a celebration of

Itself; alone but not

With such company

Of pears and bananas

And lithe oranges

At the market

Where nothing is free

Haggling is fine,

With stipulations,

Everyone pays, no one

Comes prepared and

No one is the richer.

At the market

Market.

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CARD DRAWN:

TEN OF PENTACLES

THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.

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