Saturday, October 3, 2020

withdrawal by Ben Newell

As of late

I’ve been plagued 

by night sweats.


I awaken 

to find my legs slick

and slimy with perspiration,

my bedding soaked.  


I really need 

to wash these sheets—


They smell sour,

smell like an old jock strap. 


A woman would never

put up with it.


But it’s been years

and God knows how many beers

since I’ve had a woman. 






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 collection of poetry, Fuzzball, was recently published by Epic Rites Press.



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