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3 Poems by John Bennett

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… Ask the creamer / about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when / things were far from dishwasher safe.

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3 Poems by John Bennett

Poetry by John Bennett

| Pumpkin Carving |

Such small biology
guts and seed dump
dangling stem membrane
levied corpus callosum
transmundane
thought doctored
lobotomy left autumn
drooling at our doorstep.

Do not disturb
my angry haunt
on queue. Do not
demand I make
the face I want
for winter.

| Heirloom China at Thanksgiving |

There they sit, a porcelain armada tasked
to keep the in-law’s harsh words at bay,
beacon flaws of my cousin’s new fling.

Helmed by the gravy boat (brute faering),
backed by orbiting saucers, a platoon of shallow
salad bowls. Their muscle is in fragility:

soft hands grasp teacups like emptied eggs,
children’s elbows are off the table without being
asked. These seasoned soldiers are older

than the tradition of argument. Ask the creamer
about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when
things were far from dishwasher safe.

They’re my mother’s mercenaries now,
charged to protect the cargo of Grammy’s
yam recipe. Proud of their history

of successful missions, they sit pompous off-
season in the glass cupboard for all to see;
tease untimely guests with their splendor.

Slam the door and they rattle in their courage;
chatter of the time they lost the brave dinner
plate when Great Uncle Ernie admitted to the

affair in front of your family congress. It was
an ill-timed comeback to his tempered second
wife. It was the only time they lost a man in battle.

It shattered their record of perfect execution like
a splintered dish against drywall just left of Ernie’s
head—honored this day by Father’s paper plate.

| Absentee |

Our ballots arrived in the mail
today, three weeks before election.

Since you won’t be coming overseas
anymore, I take it you’ll get to the polls.

Don’t forget that as leader
of the House he compromised

on finance reform and left you alone
with that wiggling deficit. How many

sessions need he oppose party lines,
shift platforms, cross constituents

before you realize he hasn’t at heart
yours, but the general welfare?

Take this time to make a statement
about the state of our union: lingering

recession, stale labor and stalled
congress. After all, there’s always

the other guy: a blank slate whose
lack of record seems rewarding,

somehow posh when partaking in
an arousing, new movement.

What better than the promise to push
policies you love and — assures within

the first term — he will propose?
Reach deep in early November.

Ignore the low-hum of the PA in the
gymnasium, where you wait in line,

collect that card and scribble-test
a pen that others have handled

with confidence. Think to whom
I must have selected when I asked

our ballots find us safely at home
then left the rest to choice.

John Bennett is in his second year at the University of Montana MFA program for poetry. He is a poetry editor for CutBank. John is the recipient of the 2013 Greta Wrolstad Travel Award and the runner-up for the Academy of American Poets University Prize. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Stand Magazine, Concho River Review and The Manila Envelope. He has worked for Ploughshares and was the Fall 2011 writer-in-residence at the Inn At The Oaks in Eastham, MA.

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