well, i should really be posting my #napowrimo2026 poems here, too, shouldn't i? i'll do separate posts with the others, but here's my attempt at today's prompt at least. i'd half given up on these prompts——yesterday's was impossible for me, after all——when i found a skeet by @penacolada2293.bsky.social quoting a scene from the movie best in show; i'd forgotten that's where it came from, but when i looked it up on google, the ai overview truly missed the mark on the scene's context——it thought the scene was sincere and moving. which got me thinking.. which led to this poem!

anyway, here's the clip for context:

day 8 - not talking

by tophie palmer 

“we could talk or not talk for hours,”
she almost said, a slight misquote
from a movie the ai couldn’t understand,
but the sentiment was there
——a love transcending, beautiful..
ironic.

bc we could talk or not talk for hours,
and i’d feel connected to you like
a thousand suns burning together like
a hundred cats roaming together like
a love for soup that never quits
(nevermind that suns don’t burn,
and cats don’t love each other.)

bc we could talk or not talk for hours
and still find things to not talk about;
how utterly romantic, how quaint,
how deeply true for me and you
who giggle and squirm and adore
and still never know where it ends,
where the love goes when it’s over,
where the idea of you and me lives.

but in all honestness, my love,
we could talk or not talk for hours
and i’d still want for world enough and time
to love you only half as much as you deserve,
but know i’d still try; i’d never stop
bc we could talk or not talk for hours,
and that’s still not enough for me.