A trapezoid. Piano keys fill soup bowls.
The moon wreaks havoc on the dandy
in a field of proclamations.
A chamber pot. Walk-in closet rife
with used jackhammers. I find a helmet
by the washer-dryer for my free
free-speech call. The power dips
during dinner, sends every clock protesting.
I am reminded I do not declare
enough. Not customs-accounting.
About this poem
"I wrote this poem while thinking about, yes, the age-old conundrum that is language, but also how there is much more power to speaking up than I'm always comfortable being responsible for."
About Cara Benson
Cara Benson is the author of "(made)" (BookThug, 2010). She teaches creative writing at Prescott College and lives in upstate New York.
The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day[at]poets.org.
(c) 2014 Cara Benson.
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