I am selling what no longer serves me in pursuit of nothing at all. A body is money, never mind time. Half-priced, used, one of a kind. A body is money. I have put a price tag on the parts of my life that are considered foundational. My mother who swipes her credit card with a delicate sharpness, a practitioner of conditional living. Sign it all away, think less. Spend money on your kids before global warming snatches them up.