For today’s prompt, write a space poem.
Spaced Out
Singing Happy Birthday
hands slick with soap
I lost track of myself
Like a greedy movie villain rubbing
or opening the doors of the church
to see the people— I cleansed
In my vision— the thermometer
on the sink in the mirror
but not in my thoughts
First or second Happy Birthday Dear
I don’t remember
I slipped between my fingers
Don’t know how long— gone
seconds
maybe minutes
without a thought
just warm hands
in orbit
around
each other
How long has it been
since I held your hand
Far too long
That last stanza…took it all down from hand washing to sentiment. Well done.
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Thanks. I really wasn’t sure if that stanza belong or not.
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I think it does.
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Thanks!
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