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Veronica Bennett

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This moment when you’re standing under hot water in the shower and don’t know why you even
keep doing this. You’re already clean.
It just feels good.

HOT SHOWER

Switching from sipping to screaming favorite lyrics out loud
With each sip my troubles become less of a problem and more of a mood
Mood is great, everybody loves mood
You can’t have a great party without the right mood

I'M DRINKING BEER AND I'M ALRIGHT

Damn those finishing touches. They’re the worst. Why can’t things just finish themselves?
You start working on something, you’re full of enthusiasm, every task is cool and exciting.
You get to like 90% and you’re left with all this crap.

I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO FINISH ALL MY PROJECTS

after a month of working from home and my back pain returning
I realized that my chair sucks
(what did I expect from a kitchen chair?)

so I went to the furniture store
hoping to buy some cheap, but not so crappy chair
turned out everything cheap

WILD CHAIR SHOPPING

“blur,” “ajar,” & “burnblind”

Three Poems

poems inspired by slavic and norse folklore explore grief and trauma through the eyes of a specter looking to depart in peace.

specter dust

Cocksuck me Tom Cruise

Ever been drunk and seen a wacky arm waiving inflatable tube-man?

WAITING FOR A WAVING INFLATABLE TUBE-MAN INVITATION

Machine Gun Kelly stands at the foot of my bed. He wears a ceremonial robe so dark it looks like the void of space. If I look closely, I think I see galaxies in its folds, but it might just be that fuzzy static that brains conjure in the darkness. 

My Sleep Paralysis Monster Is Machine Gun Kelly

"The day after your best friend hangs herself, you will share your grandmother’s bed in the oncology ward to watch the Muppet Movie..."

KERMIT THE FROG AS THE CRUCIFIED CHRIST

A massive anthology of poetry, art, writing, etc., featuring the piece “The first of April” written by Shine Ballard

BULLSHIT ANTHOLOGY 01

I am the Poet Laureate of this Gas Station

YOU WANT SOME GOOD SAD QUEER POETRY MIXED IN WITH A LIFETIME LOVE OF PRO WRESTLING? OOOOOOH YEAH YOU DO! 🤘✨️😝🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎆🎇🎇

TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS 

You,  Me, And 1959

PREACHING TO THE QUAINT PACE OF THE GHOST OF FROSTBITE SUNSHINE

LOX, CAPERS, HONEY BUTTER

i am a lesbian and i love basketball and women and that is what this poem is about

I WANT TO BE ON THE GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS DANCE TEAM

But the old people said, 
You can’t go to a place not real. 
You can’t go into that field 
because that field is only in your head.

She smoked her bong. She knew they were wrong. 
She walked the field of orchids.

Purple Orchids

"Boil the water, mix with cold until it’s
Lukewarm, nice and cosy for the little granny’s toes
Pour the water into the mug — you’re making rat tea"

Published in Bullshit Lit Anthology 1 [August 2022]

How To Bathe A Rat

My bed a park, loosened
with the shedding of our bodies.


Fresh Bedding 

It was almost midnight when the man finally noticed the boots. One of the laces had wormed its way out from underneath his hotel bed. He lifted up the skirt, and there they were:

Terribly Sorry

I Quit

The Scene is Dead

summer 2022, volume 1, page 69
available for purchase both digitally & in print!

The CVS on Memorial & Clark...

Netflix &

The Newest Minecraft Update Includes Passionate Gay Sex

Two Vapourwave Classics 

Sacrilegious Genesis 2:19-21

Thanks for the joke, Mom

In response to Texas politics and the Supreme Court Dobbs decision.
[CW: ABORTION; STALKING; ALL-AROUND SHITHEADERY.]

Bounty

“	like pinched
	cornstarch,
	my body, joints
	achingly sound
	as i languish        ”

Fever dream of a future Mardi Gras in the real and virtual worlds.

Krewes

four poems

i'm ready for my eat, pray, love moment

whoever said an apple a day keeps the doctor away never tried an onion

never whiffed their bewitching musk—never tasted that sharp juicy tang

onion opinion

christ on a cracker!

we got ourselves 

a liquid savior 

ginger ale gushing

URGENT BULLETIN!

You tell me to bring a bathing suit cause you’ve got a pool now, and you do, only it’s the blow-up kind, big enough for two, which works cause it’s just you and me. 

It's been what? Two, three years?

three poems

The yellow stays for a while and Henry is content, but eventually it begins to crack and fade. Workers at Home Depot refuse to sell him any more when he shows up to the paint counter weeping. In the shower he watches what’s left escape down the drain

Color Study

This piece was selected to be included in Bullshit Lit's very first anthology. Happy to share space on the page with all of the other fantastic contributors. 

Work Experience: Relationship Archivist, 2017-2020

Prose poem about body image--not body positivity, but body ambivalence. 

Self-Portrait in Pieces

Poem about being in love when you resent being in love.

Love Poem as Hate Poem as Love Poem

Angela Irvine is the Bus Stop 

Three poems: 

ROAD CLOSURE: WE WELCOME YOU

fuck society, i'm going to be a hermit in the mountains

lovers' walk

Bullshit Lit Anthology 01

Slammer Elider

My near life experience

So you caught

Two Poems entitled, "Aromas" & "How To Eat Soup So People Leave You".

Two Poems: "Aromas" & "How To Eat Soup So People Leave You"

I write my silly little poems AKA I’m not a plant mom

"i am there with you. i am not prude 
enough to exclude the details: that 
i have conjured the white noise you'd
make between my legs"

Selected for HORNS Issue 3

when i imagine you in the shower

2 poems included in Bullshit Lit's second anthology: 'it's good to have a hobby', and, 'nature is beautiful'.

2 poems

My piece in the second Bullshit Lit anthology--when God finally decides to take a vacation, he calls up St. Christopher to help him arrange things. But unfortunately for Christopher, God isn't exactly the easiest client to work with.

St. Christopher Takes a Call

some depravity, certainly embarrassing, confessional style poetry and non-sense  

Wrong Things

3 Things

Guess What

before i found God
in loose leaf mint tea
i saw Mary behind me 
in a fit of caffeinated dreaming

like some reverse annunciation
call that a renunciation
i take it back, said the angel
nevermind

Monster Energy Marian Apparition

Summer Peaches/Autumn Cream
The Sunset In the Corner of My Eye
What If Jesus Had a Piece?
Beretta Ballads Bring Grief

Four Poems

The Man Who Dances With Rats

"Wings rise in the air and swoop down on defenseless sailors snatching in talons and climbing. We move as a chord, four notes bound together by distance, and I am the tonal center, the home from which all other notes fly out."

There Exists an Island

Petra waits for her date at a bar in a town she can’t remember the name of. Tonight, she’s not a flight attendant on an overnight—she’s a bi-curious grad student whose Tinder profile will disappear after a night of tipsy kissing and pillow talk...

Two Scorpios in a Bottle

While my husband sleeps, I will disassemble the walls of our apartment, remove the light switch covers, misplace the screws, let them roll underneath the baseboard heaters, never to be found again. I will flirt with the idea of quitting my job...

Fruiting

Poem written in remembrance of a dear friend, and the songs that we shared or that helped me grieve them. 

Every Scream That Never Hurt My Throat///Some Days, I Wish To Live. 

Available for digital or physical purchase as part of "HORNS - ISSUE 3"

Specialised Want

Semi-memoir lyric essay prose poetry hybrid thingy narrating the navigation of gay sex work and my least favorite type of tree.

In the way this cultivar is now considered invasive,

A Lovers' Roadtrip

Syllogisms in Bed

Here's the Catch + Inside-Out Pockets Purge a Universe

he begged me to sample his ribs (which is another thing folks have wrong), since I wasn’t made from Adam’s ribs, it was just Adam swearing I hadn’t lived until I’d tried his ribs, 

Eve, The Vegetarian

zoo pals!

not a bop 

roach motel // bug mind palace

#111 tableaux (repressed aCID tRIp)

#888 polyptych (semi-conscious memories of a fun house)

baby voice for dollar bills

gut lust // inside feeling 

Parker

2 photos from 
LOVE POTION NO. 07

BULLSHIT LIT
HORNS ISSUE 2

LOVE POTION NO. 07

Houses moving

She Said, “If You Do My Makeup, I’ll Play With Your Hair” and That Sort of Bargaining is What I Think We Need More of in This World

"You up? I'm thinking about the Romans..."

POETS SUCK AT BOOTY CALLS

"And it never asked your permission, thanks..."

THE SOFT ANIMAL OF MY BODY IS HORRIBLE GOOSE

"...tonight we are drunk on the living room couch

and you are so much sexier than Jerry Seinfeld."

SIX POEMS BY HANNI SALATA

"...She pulls you in for a breathy kiss, and you think,

'this is the miracle that turns saints into transsexuals.'

When she leaves, you'll tell yourself you don't miss her..."

T4T AT THE TOWN THEATRE

i learned a lesson on a saturday night in the bed of somebody i don’t talk to anymore.
the lights were a dance floor and the skin behind my skull trailed down my spine like arctic water. 

her heart was beating a song, and mine was beating a 128. 

that time i greened out at a childhood best friend’s house while watching the shining 

ASMR Boy; our spotify blend makes me want to kill myself.; Albatrosses fighting in the dirt

Reprint of flash fiction which first appeared in Superfroot. 

Scouts in the Woods

That night in the empty lot across the all-boys school! The weeds are so tall they leave shallow cuts all over your legs! Something about being marked like this excites you! You help lay the bedsheet down!

Let's Try Not to Avoid It

you will live & go on living. do you want to know why? fucks’s sake,

it’s the unburnt candles. pistachios too, six bundles of pine twined

up with a prayer regina gave you. 

CATALINA

FLORIDA MAN Dances on Top of Police Cruiser to Ward Off Vampires

The Knight

a visitor’s guide to Dante’s tenth circle. 

"Community College Lunar Observations" and "Invitations From the Reverend"

Two Poems

wanthropology 

Love this press, love these poems, I think they're pretty great examples of a Casey Garfield poem

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