it's all gravy

it's all gravy now.

the extra

dough,

the filled ice box,

the cupboards

overflowing with cans

and boxes

of things

i'll never eat again.

it's all gravy,

the money,

the savings,

the time to do nothing

now.

the overflow of things

accumulated

from hard work,

the absence

of being lazy.

there is no guilt in

any of it.

it's just gravy.