Carolee Bennett lives in Upstate New York, where — after a local, annual poetry competition — she has fun saying she has been the "almost" poet laureate of Smitty's Tavern. She manages the Twitter account for the Tupelo 30/30 writing project and writes reviews for The American Poetry Journal.




Carolee Bennett

Prettier When You Smile



When they say, Demonstrate mastery, they mean, Use the word in a sentence. You must learn to tie knots or the boat slips away like the man at the end of the bar who answers, What are you having today? with Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do. And you remember the Cape Canaveral family vacation and lunch with an astronaut, how a child there asked, Is it lonely in space? He’d traveled 17,000 miles per hour, which he explained as five miles for every heartbeat. And what we wanted to know was Would you miss me? The ones we love depart. We squeeze in and out of anguish like bees, no opening too small. The hive begins with single cell. Our vocabulary for this kind of busy work is limited: disease, disease, disease. Smile, a man two stools down tells you, and you don’t know what to say, cannot match words with their proper definitions: avow, perplex, twinge, encumber, forebode. You spit bees at the worksheet and sink down into the water like a ship that once moved fast away but is no longer waiting to be retrieved.

I am one of those people who sit at a bar with a notebook. Bar chatter is among my favorite forms of conversation. It zooms from topic to topic through connections you could never recreate. It also contains a strange mix of shorthand and deeply personal stories. I started this poem when sitting at a bar during one such exchange. It's a combination of the exchange, playful language and two topics that are my obsessions: disease (death) and intimacy.



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