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.