Monday, June 10, 2019

piss test. by Ben Newell


Clutching this warm cup,
I exit the restroom
and hand it over.  

The nurse empties its contents
into 2 vials
then has me initial each.  

A total waste of time—

Marijuana, meth, ecstasy, coke, heroin.

Fuck drugs.  

I’m a runner.  

And when that doesn’t work
I just get drunk.  




Ben Newell dropped out of the Bennington Writing Seminars during his first semester, eventually resuming his studies at Spalding University where he earned an MFA.  His first full-length poetry collection, Fuzzball, is forthcoming from Epic Rites Press. 


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