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.
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