Mercenary is the word that has been rolling along slowly, picking up speed, watching for cops whilst chatting on the cell to see if consensus (internal and otherwise) has it that this word is bound too tightly to a French Foreign Legion-like military coupness.
Too bad if it be.
Mercenary is the word wrapped around my 2004 resolution.
More self-centered, more self-regarding for art's sake, reading when I should be looking over the reading material or coffee cup to engage at whomever is sitting over there on the other side of the table, thinking of Numero Uno primo.
Does this mean I will no longer be nice, a vrai people pleaser, stop & sniff daisies without crushing them.
One word, one resolution, does not a personality un-make and what is resolution if not an experiment in semantics, in practices, gesture.
Mercenary Love.
And pass the Brut.