November Nine

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Wednesday, November 9, 2016.
Why did I wait
till now,
till I'm watching in horror
as these hidden elements
of my Self
revolt, finally finding their voice
in dysfunction?
It's so clear now:

When this part wanted to cry
I smiled.
When this part flushed with desire
I stiffened my spine.
When ...

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In the Morning

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Friday, October 21, 2016.
I swear
bipolar disorder is worth it
just for the mornings
unforeseen, undispellable
underwear dancing.

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Bitter Mornings

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Saturday, October 8, 2016.
Somehow after I concede
to the indulgence of breakfast—
that is, food and time
spent with buttered coffee
and a quiet soak in the pool
of my sadness and anger
and melancholy longing,
slow and still enough
to watch the mud settle—
I feel like myself
and I can't ...

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Conspiracy

Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Saturday, August 6, 2016.
Here in the place you left, I stay
vigilant through the days of your absence
and begin to notice
a pattern: slight but unmistakable
suggestions, unlikely coincidences
among the day's arrangement of smiles,
daylight, flashes of delight.
Here in the place you left
longing, a conspiracy vast
beyond imagining ...

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