Spaced Out

For today’s prompt, write a space poem.

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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

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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4 Responses to Spaced Out

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    That last stanza…took it all down from hand washing to sentiment. Well done.

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