I write. I write prose. I write poems. Prose poems. Short-shorts, flash fictions, a vignette here and there. Categorize them if you must, like eggs: small, medium, large; white or brown. Place them neatly in their containers, but keep this in mind: when you're hungry for an omelette, does it really matter? Oh, I understand that people are fond of order, believe me. I think it has something to do with mortality. Nine years of therapy brings a certain amount of insight. Just enjoy your eggs, and don't worry about what's going on in the kitchen.