you can guess where this is going. yesterday at work i was in a long meeting. i jotted a few things down in my notebook. my partner was late coming home yesterday, having a work event that ran past 5, so after i let the dogs out, i sat down with a finger of rye and just wrote. the whole poem basically tumbled out in a sitting, two pages of tercets.
this morning after making our breakfasts, lunches, coffee, i sat down to read it again. tweaked a couple of things (deleted a few words, reorganized a couple of sentences), but otherwise didn't change anything. i've been writing a bunch of things this year that i don't think i'll ever publish, for various reasons, but this feels like it could go in my MS. i sent off another sample to a publisher last month: if they want to read the whole thing, this poem is going in.