“Touched By” by Morgan Boyer

A transit car pole can tell you
many tales of times their steel
rod bodies were touched

By a community college kid
with Kleenex-filled jacket pockets
as she braves through flu season

By a beer-breathed Penguin’s fan
on the phone with his wife
relaying the 3rd quarter like a war story

By a 2nd generation Hispanic woman holding her plastic
bags by the flimsy handles that stretch ever so thinner

By an elderly man
scratching off lottery tickets
like bite sized scraps of a dry dandruff-ridden scalp

By a cardiac-eyed
Medicaid card carrier whose
lifeblood was replaced by metal
when the company switched to
an automated answering service

By a thirty-two-year old Penn State
grad heading to shovel french fries
into buckets just like his soot-faced
great-grandfather shoveled coal

By the administrative
assistant of a dentist who works
solely to afford anime
merchandise and streaming subscriptions

Touched by a soul that was now lost, not found

Morgan Boyer is the author of The Serotonin Cradle (Finishing Line Press, 2018) and a graduate of Carlow University. Boyer has been featured in Kallisto Gaia Press, Thirty West Publishing House, Oyez Review, Pennsylvania English, and Voices from the Attic. Boyer is a neurodivergent bisexual woman who resides in Pittsburgh, PA.

Please note: Poetry is compressed to fit smart phone screens. If you are reading this poem on a phone screen, please turn your screen sideways to make sure that you are seeing correct line breaks for this poem.

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