Lost at Home

Posted on 2020/03/03 by Bartholomew Barker

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The walls are comforting.
They haven’t moved
but the furniture
is half gone.
The echoes
knock a sick spot
in my stomach.

I won’t miss
the television.
The couch
can be replaced—
but not you.

Take the pots and pans,
I’m not hungry.

 

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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5 Responses to Lost at Home

  1. Lisa Tomey says:
    2020/03/03 at 18:39

    The echoes
    knock a sick spot
    in my stomach…captures so much.

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  2. Susi Bocks says:
    2020/03/06 at 00:29

    You grabbed me with that very first line. Well-done, Bartholomew.

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