I’m glad we still have a story to tell
and that I get to tell it.
It did not turn into the nothing
we had hoped for, but then again
it wasn’t the something we expected either.
Here’s what happened:
first we thought too hard
all summer then I fell asleep
in the house
where the bed was on fire.
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Because we are in love
I can know five or six things.
If the band plays inside the barn
and we stand outside the barn
we won’t need earplugs.
The next day the cows will moo
louder without realizing it.
Two down. You can probably
guess the final three or four:
the one about doubt,
the one about change,
the one about the void in people
and/or what the neighbors think.
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Accents are cute
like things in limited supply
should be. For instance
no one is calling me.
I appreciate that.
Now I can watch
my dramatic movies
and clutch a pillow.
I am giving the pillow
weird thoughts. Thoughts
it can work with.
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Ted Powers lives in Northampton and attends UMass Amherst. His poems have appeared in Strange Machine, NOO Journal, GlitterPony, and Sixth Finch, among others.