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“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.”

—Cara Benson

Speaking Is

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 customsaccounting.

Copyright @ 2014 by Cara Benson. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright @ 2014 by Cara Benson. Used with permission of the author.

Cara Benson

Cara Benson is the author of (made) (BookThug, 2010). She teaches in the low-residency creative writing program at Prescott College in Prescott, Arizona, and lives in upstate New York.