Three Poems By Benjamin
Goldberg Misery Tour At
first there’s little more In
the remaining shard |
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Promises to Wake to I
heard you whisper to
stand over the mattress, soaking
in the bedpan |
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Gingerbread House Between
Moose Bottom Road and Naked Creek Flies
buzz near a bucket of mop water In
the open kitchen, a plate drops into a skillet Cool
air caresses your face from an open mini-fridge |
Benjamin Goldberg lives with his wife outside Washington, D.C. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Raleigh Review, MAYDAY Magazine, Terrain.org, and The Southeast Review in which he was a finalist for the 2012 Gearhart Poetry Prize. He teaches high school English.
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