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
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.
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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