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108th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: The Weight

by Ryan Stone

One drunken night, he lay on the coach road
and she lay beside him. He pictured a truck
descending–wobbling around corners,
gaining momentum. They spoke about crushes, 

first kisses. He told her of an older woman 
who’d stolen a thing he couldn’t replace.
He tried to describe the weight of lost things.
She listened until he stopped,
until I stopped

hiding behind he. I felt small,
watching the cosmos churn
while I lay on the coach road
one summer night, speaking
of big things
and nothing.

- Ryan Stone

first published by Algebra of Owls, November 2016



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