…until Spring semester dissolves into summer heat. Hot, but gloriously free! I doubt this will be one of my more productive summers, but after this spring, I don’t care:
Better is one’s own law though imperfectly carried out than the law of another carried out perfectly.
I did write a poem yesterday, but it’s based off a rather unfortunate incident that happened to a very close friend this weekend. Probably not the best poem to publish right away, before showing anyone else.
Today’s little ditty, however, isn’t really about anything at all. Blog-worthy!
I need: fire
-wood, fires, & long runs.
The courage of tiny feet
swirling, and swirling before
you can touch each mote.
I fucked you last
night. It was pretty fucking
good. Gave me nothing
to think about tonight. Gives me something
to think about tomorrow*.
*April 12, 15:23 … changed up the ending of this poem. Hopefully forgiven by NaPoWriMo gods. The last few lines weren’t effective in the way I intended, or have the narrative distance I intended. Something I would normally have caught in editing process, but such is the nature of poem-a-day publishing pace …