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POEM: I Thought I Recognized Your Foul Stench

I Thought I Recognized Your Foul Stench

Chris was Leia.
Wade and Jeff were stormtroopers.
Kevin played keys.
I was Vader.

There was balsa wood involved.
And free weights.
A cardboard Death Star.
And Depeche Mode’s “Just Can’t Get Enough.”

If none of this makes sense, what can I say?
We were nerds, it was the 80s.
It was either Odyssey of the Mind
or learn to throw a ball.

/ / /

21 August 2023
Charlottesville VA

This is poem 31 in a series called 50 Days Till 50 Years. I’m writing a poem a day between now and my 50th birthday. I’m going to try to focus on memories of my past, and the people who inhabited it.

Published in 50 Days Till 50 Years My poems Poetry

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