4 Poems by Jon Bennett

Tight Rope “Is it your birthday?” says the drunk lady The little girl might speak English but her mother doesn’t, all she knows is the wino following them is scary “How old is she?” says the drunk, “I used to have a daughter.” The mother tugs her daughter’s arm the birthday balloon trailing after them…

3 Poems by Jon Bennett

Where It Goes I moved into a spare room in a lady’s house in El Segundo She had one of those music zines I don’t remember the name and she had stacks of CDs that people sent her, fat manila envelopes mostly unopened heaped in a broom closet. She had a cat named ‘Vodka’ which…