Connie Bensley

Poems featured on The Gladdest Thing


I am spending my way out
of a recession. The road chokes
on delivery vans.

I used to be Just Looking Round,
I used to be How Much, and
Have You Got It In Beige.

Now I devour whole stores—
high speed spin; giant size; chunky gold;
de luxe springing. Things.

I drag them around me into a stockade.
It is dark inside; but my credit cards
are incandescent.

— Connie Bensley