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.