untitled (A poem): Originally published in Eunoia Review
This is what you’d call procrastination. I’m supposed to be wrapping-up final revisions to the WIP so I can finally get into the query trenches. Instead, I drifted into the archives and found a poem I wrote — believe me, this is hard to admit — 12 whole years ago.
I’d completely and utterly forgotten about it. And, despite being my own biggest critic (particularly when re-reading old poetry), I enjoyed this one and thought I’d share. I think I was trying to evoke that exciting/weird energy of a new relationship where you dance around the idea of saying I love you.
It was originally published in 2014 by Eunoia Review.
untitled
What was it you said
in the dark, silver-screen light
of the television set?
With the map of bedsheets spread
pinched and wrinkled.
Where we took winding roads
through peaks of linen.
When the white noise listened to us
weaving adventures in a
cotton atlas, slipping –
I’m sure you said something.
Something bold. Against the
pillowcase with its folded
borders. Over the mattress
where we were landmarks.
Under the wordless covers –
I’m sure you said something.
