The rooms we fill-even fleetingly

New poetry series is in the works. It's going to be a series of poems entitled the rooms we fill, but not the rooms we always fill on a regular basis, instead those temporary rooms that you inhabit when you leave town with someone you love, or the rooms you share with a stranger in a bar bathroom. It's that sort of space. Are you intrigued? I am very excited about it. It will be a good break from the endless chipping away at me thesis. Can you hear it becoming fine tuned? I just hear it breaking and bending.