So I've been writing some new poems, but I haven't posted one here since August. Figured it was about time to post one then. This is brand-new, wrote it the other day and revised it this morning...
Unlimited Nights and Weekends
You could be anywhere. You’re calling
from a parking lot, not
someplace you meant to be
but the eye of, before and after
your real Sunday, your errands
and obligations with strangers
to me. Most evenings after nine
you call from bed, and I crawl
into mine, where I try
to resist talking your tired ear off
but fail miserably. I can accept
the consolation prize: your voice
for another five minutes,
scolding me for another too-late night.