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sturm und drang – for maia Penfold

John Bennett & Maia Penfold – 1981

Sturm und Drang

 

– for Maia Penfold

She’s 82
lives alone
her life
filled with
care givers &
pain a
broken hip
two strokes
no padding left
between the
vertebrae in
her spine.

 

Yesterday her
doctor
told her
she was
too far gone
for them to
squirt
whatever it is
they squirt
between
vertebrae to
alleviate pain
& then
alluded to
assisted suicide.

 

I’m rushing to
bring out her
last book of
poetry the
project ground
to a halt
around one poem
we can’t locate
that she
insists be
in there–
Sturm und Drang,
the story of her
whole courageous
life.

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imagination is funny

Imagination Is Funny

 

When he
told them
that an
old aunt
when she was
alone with him
when he
was a
small boy
would strip
him naked
in the
bathroom &
cover him
with bandaids,
then rip them
off again
while hitting
his genitals
with a
scrub brush,
they laughed
& said
what an
imagination.

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scenario from a rushed death

Scenario from a Rushed Death

 

They discover a
foggy patch
on the
lung X-ray &
find what
looks like
a lump
in my
pancreas;
they’re pretty
sure that
it’s cancer
& they
feel they
need to
get in
there &
have a
look or
at least
bombard it
with chemo,
shrink it
to the
size of
a pebble,
whatever it is.

 

After my
aneurysm surgery
the pain got
so bad
once I
was home
again that
I went
back in
the hospital
voluntarily,
just for the
pain killer.

 

When I
got there
one doctor
said that
now I
had a
lump on
my kidney
while another
opioned I
had pneumonia.

 

They
put me
in a bed
with a
needle in
my arm
(which is
what I
came for)
shut the
light off
& left.

 

I sucked up
the Fentanyl.

 

When after
two days
I felt I
could handle
the pain
I said I
think I can
go home now &
they said
great.

 

I knew I
didn’t have
pneumonia
or a
lump on
my kidney &
the rectal
pain that
I never
mentioned
to the
doctors &
had been
waking me
up nights
for six
months
before the
operation
would be
gone now —
& it is.

 

From here
on out
I’ll not be
going to doctors
unless I
start spitting
blood,
& maybe
not even then.

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keys

Keys

 

Have you
ever noticed
how keys
remain in
desk drawers
plastic cups
& the pockets
of old
winter coats
long after
the doors
they open
are gone?

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privy to the secret

Privy to the Secret

 

Sensing that I’m
overloading
people with
Shards I’ve
broken my
list down
into groups
of three
names each
& put
them on a
rotating basis.

 

Only the
three of you
reading this
know that
this
has happened.

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passing muster

John Bennett at Small Press Review print shop, circa late 70s

Passing Muster

 

Somewhere in
early childhood
a deep understanding
rose up in me
which made it
impossible to
pass the
first grade.

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