Take off my glasses
so there’s nothing
between our eyes
Stay close to these windows
of my myopic soul
I just want to feel
The curve of your hips in my hands
the smell of your baby powder skin
the sound of your breath in my ear
Pluck out these useless eyes
with your polished nails
blind me with your beauty
This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I’m posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course.
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Without the distraction of our eyes, we feel more intensely.
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Indeed but it makes reading more difficult.
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Oh my! 🔥 😁
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Glad you approve!
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It is appealing and you have nothing to prove, poet Bart. 😊
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You’re too kind. Thank you, Michele.
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😊 😇🙏🏻
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Wowza.
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Ha! Thanks, Nicole!
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I worry about you sometimes – then remind myself this all happened 10 years ago and hope that your dance of the sexes is more evenly balanced now.
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While I appreciate your concern, don’t waste too much worry on me. Only half of what I write is true and I’m not even sure which half.
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I rest my case…..
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Beautiful lines! 👏👏🤗
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Many thanks!
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