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E. Bowers
Two Poems
I OPEN THE TRUNK OF A STRANGER’S CAR
crawling in
between the stench of warm plastic floor mats
and two gallons of milk
each in their own double bag.
I wonder if my new family will carry me in with the groceries –
Pantry or kitchen?
Or did you (we)
let me get too close
to my expiration date?
I AM A ROCK, I AM A BO-OH-OH-OH-OAT
if I am a boat
– and I am
then I am the least happy
boat
in the world
because I just trailered myself
from your sinking
gravel lot
to the luminous ocean
and now you need me there
– how shitty of a boat am I?
mourning the months spent
not knowing you couldn’t float beside me
1 May, 2022
E. Bowers is a writer from Enon, Ohio. She teaches music and has a B.A. in English, Creative Writing, from Wright State University. Bowers interned as Managing Editor for Mad River Review from 2018 – 2019. Her work has appeared in Sinking City, Mock Turtle Zine, & Rogue Agent.
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