I should have known that it was going to be one of Those Weeks. My boss is on vacation, so I have to manage his projects (three) in addition to the ones I had to “adopt” permanently (three more), plus the ones I was already working on (six) and the new ones that came in this week (four)… I tell you, juggling sixteen projects with hundreds of pieces is not fun. Especially with a sinus infection. Ugh.
But I managed to get a lot done on the offline writing stuff… I’m nearly done one of the long-form poems, and should have it finished this week. (Then it’s time for editing!) It’s my own little Waste Land, I guess: densely packed with allusions and imagery and crap. If anyone wants to take a peek at it with an editorial eye, I might be ready to release it… Also, I’ve been trying to get a few submissions out. Hoping to catch up on some of that this weekend, with all the scraps of time I can scrounge.
For now, this is for Donna’s prompt, writing about a routine with a loved one that ends with an epiphany. I turned it over in my head all week, and then this just crashed on in this evening. I was thinking about the Fellow, and how what has seemed like just a nice gesture before can be read as something more meaningful. Anyway, it’s cute when he does things like that. ^_^ (Not entirely sure why I picked “Matins”, though. Wouldn’t “Mornings” have worked just as well?)
You wake me with a careful tongue
snaked around the dawnless spaces. This will be
the dark-dewed cherry that rings my hours in
and gets me through the day. I’ve never been
the nine-to-five type; but here I am,
planning battles for the weekday method,
missing our doubled heat. We shower, dress,
brush our teeth. We do all the usual things.
And somewhere between two long blinks
you find time to pull the covers up, turn pillows,
smooth our dreams out of the sheets.
I don’t know why it keeps surprising me; but
it always begs a peppermint kiss. Of course
you’d have it anyway: but half-awake,
I notice the small things, how we’ve already
pluralized, how what’s mine is yours, is ours.