well, the wedding came and went,
beautiful as it could be,
and so the guests,
followed two days
of proper hibernation,
blacked out windows blocking
any trace of summer.
contentment, tea, pjs.
enter a wave of unwanted guests:
confusion, dismay, paralyzing fear.
a slow season for the sale
of my works has me disheartened.
the bread and butter thing
looms, threatens... and
it seems i am unable to get side work.
balancing on the edge of screwed.
but wait, my knight in shining armor
is here to kick my butt.
he tells me the work is good,
good enough to help us survive.
if only i poured myself into it.
no distractions, no excuses.
he is brave enough to tell the cutting truth.
i have not given it my all.
bare before his knowing eye,
i bleed and nod.
(if nothing else, i know how to pick
a good lover)
today, exactly four years since
he chooses patience, though it costs him anxiety,
he embraces me, flaws and all,
he helps me up on my horse
and hands me the sword...
he fights for and alongside me,
oh, and all this stuff?
random piles of junk
i found strewn around the house
when the dust settled.
i believe something beautiful
can come of them.