Well, it started with a poem that entered my head this last February. It was about a guy; my feels were pretty complex, and kind of tried to forget the poem.
Then things with him ended more or less totally 🙁 And I hated myself for forgetting it. And then I (self-)published SQL. Now, I like that poem, actually, but some of my fellow poets here in San Diego don’t; they don’t dislike it, I guess, so much as they feel it’s not as good as my other work. As time progresses, I see more and more what they mean.
Happily, something in me finally melted, or snapped, or eased, or simply allowed itself to be swallowed by the tides of timespace, because I was able to let go of a lot of feels and internal drama and remember the cold-happy poem I wrote months ago—most of it, at least.
Adrian really likes it, but wants to know why the blue is cobalt blue, especially as the rest of the poem uses tightly-coupled metaphors about Einsteinian physics that I tried rather hard to keep accurate, even as they described my stalled infatuation with a certain Millennial twink-cub—I mean it’s blue, because it’s blue shift. It’s cobalt blue, though, because that’s his favorite color. Actually, I tinkered with the poem a bit because of this issue. I think it works, though; I have until mid-October to decide.