Womanizer

half eatenI’ve taken bites
from plenty of women
over the years
and I’m wise
enough to know
that I’ve been sampled
too.

There were a couple
I tried to finish
but chocolate never
lasts and in time
turns bitter.

There’s no guide
printed inside the box.
Why settle for praline
when I’m allergic to nuts?

Only after being too old
to enjoy it, did I learn
to be a womanizer.

(from this month’s Living Poetry visual prompt.)

 

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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4 Responses to Womanizer

  1. r.Douglas's avatar r.Douglas says:

    This is wonderful.

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