A Poem called "Three"

Three by Beth Achenbach

Three o'clock in my pocket

but that's not really the time.

All things skewed

in such a way

that the hour is not on my side.

Lengthy chatter,

rapid, muted talk

briefly touches a biased ear

that is half listening and

trying to counter punch my lines

before three words escape my lips.

I found this poem today in my first Moleskine book that was gifted to me from my girlfriend. It was dated 2008, had a few more lines and was unfinished. As I read it and re-read it a few times I came to the conclusion that those extra lines belonged to an entirely different poem! So it was finished all along and I didn't realize it until now in 2017.
Beth

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