Saturday morning, trying to practice the customs
Of the successful person I want to be,
So I eat a bagel as if I’m living in New York,
Then go up to my room
As if this is my house and my room
Is the master bedroom which all domestic life
Revolves around, myself a patriarchal sun
Hanging above the kitchen, parlor, and study,
Up there, I pretend I have lovers
From situations past and present,
Who bring their nude bodies on and off my bed,
And when I am finished I go to the kitchen
Where I stretch my notes, keyboard,
Arms, and hands, to begin working on works
Which everyone in my imagination wants to read.
Ben currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. You can find his blog here, and he is looking to publish a novel.