manuscript scribblings >> the egyptologist on a date
happy shmalentine's day.
i even have a relatively v-daze related poe-em to share! this piece came about from watching 'Nefertiti Resurrected' on the history channel a few weeks ago, and me being silly and writing too much 'bad date poetry' in general. and you can blame the wonderful rebecca seiferle for the use of "O!" to show rapture, as we met today to make this current edit/draft.
p.s. new sappy (haha) tree-carved-love icon. even with some J+M action. and i swear i can make out a 'jo...' in there too. yep. narcissism.
>> the egyptologist on a date (v. 3)
I stir my coffee with a cinnamon stick
and am reminded of the dryness of mummy-skin.
My date removes her cardigan
and I don’t say her collarbone looks as soft as an unwrapped queen.
She chats about global warming
and I notice her amber earrings, termites trapped in a ballet.
When she excuses herself to “pop into the loo”
I don’t tell her how Luxor’s priests were the originators of toilet paper.
I worry my scarab-shaped cufflinks
and she reaches out for my wrist, examining the lapis lazuli.
She’s touching me! I try not to mention that scarabs are also known as...
“Dung beetles,” she murmurs.
As it turns out, she’s an entomologist.
O, chocolate-covered ants on our next date!
i even have a relatively v-daze related poe-em to share! this piece came about from watching 'Nefertiti Resurrected' on the history channel a few weeks ago, and me being silly and writing too much 'bad date poetry' in general. and you can blame the wonderful rebecca seiferle for the use of "O!" to show rapture, as we met today to make this current edit/draft.
p.s. new sappy (haha) tree-carved-love icon. even with some J+M action. and i swear i can make out a 'jo...' in there too. yep. narcissism.
>> the egyptologist on a date (v. 3)
I stir my coffee with a cinnamon stick
and am reminded of the dryness of mummy-skin.
My date removes her cardigan
and I don’t say her collarbone looks as soft as an unwrapped queen.
She chats about global warming
and I notice her amber earrings, termites trapped in a ballet.
When she excuses herself to “pop into the loo”
I don’t tell her how Luxor’s priests were the originators of toilet paper.
I worry my scarab-shaped cufflinks
and she reaches out for my wrist, examining the lapis lazuli.
She’s touching me! I try not to mention that scarabs are also known as...
“Dung beetles,” she murmurs.
As it turns out, she’s an entomologist.
O, chocolate-covered ants on our next date!