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| Image / Antoni Shkraba Studio |
Loss at Fourteen
I’d
fall like
clockwork
twenty-four/seven
yet one slip
would change
me
My sense of smell diminished then
disappeared after
a compound
fractured
skull
A
foxy
nurse begat
unexplored passion
emptying
my bed
pans
Through
sight, sound,
taste, touch, I
absorbed the essence
of her female pheromones
Fed
pipe dreams,
my fledgling
flirting inspired
no response
beyond
grins
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| Sterling Warner |
Washington-based author, poet, and educator, Sterling Warner’s works have appeared in such magazines, journals, and anthologies as Verse-Virtual, Ekphrastic Review. Warner’s poetry/fiction includes Rags and Feathers, Without Wheels, ShadowCat, Edges, Memento Mori, Serpent’s Tooth, Flytraps: Poems, Cracks of Light: Pandemic Poetry & Fiction, Halcyon Days: Collected Fibonacci, Abraxas: Poems, Gunilla’s Garden: Poems (2025), and Masques: Flash Fiction & Short Stories. He currently writes, hosts “virtual” poetry/fiction readings, and enjoys fishing along the Hood Canal.
I didn't expect that ending! Thank you for sharing your poem!
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