
Astronaut Sonnet
She floats in orbit
around the pole
wearing a skintight
see-through spacesuit.
She scans the club,
observing the primitives
who slip green paper
into her Möbius garter.
She doesn’t belong,
neither angel nor alien,
strutting eight inches
above the earth.
Marooned by her craft—
tethered to this dreary planet.
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.
Love the word play, beautifully written ♥️
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Thank you very much.
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My pleasure
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