Martha Ellen’s poems: Benzo Brain #12-13


Benzo Brain #12

[Heaven is at hand.]


I am weightless, drifting

on the softest, fluffiest

cloud. I look for angels in

Heaven. Fr. Lance reaches

out his hand piercing the

illusion of time, brushing

aside the dust of death. I

remember washing his feet

on Maundy Thursday. I kissed

his hand on Easter morning.

Nothing hurts. I love you.

Lead me to the rock, Lancie.

I awake sobbing. Have to pee.

My right knee gives out.

My mouth is full of gravel.

Benzo Brain #13

[Radical acceptance.]


I’m still here. I’m doing pretty good.

Don’t fall often. Stars to a minimum.

The doormat stays put. Remembering

who I had been. Del Rey beach and

hummingbirds. Was it Dale who loved

me last or at all? A broken woman.

Wearing out a sofa. Day dreams. I

chat with Betty, I think. She has pink

earrings. And I have a new boyfriend:

Sun Tzu.


“If you wait by the river long enough,

the bodies of your enemies will float by.”

……… all wearing white lab coats.


Martha Ellen is a retired social worker living on the Oregon coast. She has an MFA from Portland State University. Her poems and prose are published in various journals and online forums. She writes to process the events of her life. 

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