Party School by Ben Newell

A sign in the stacks reads
NO SMOKING.

No telling
how long this thing has been here.

We should probably post one
that reads
NO ALCOHOL
as I find
beer cans all the time.

And even
NO FUCKING
as the custodian finds panties
on a semi-regular basis—

“What do you do with them?”
I asked.

“Throw them away,” she said.
“What the hell do you think
I do with them . . . .”

I told her
to start giving them to me.

Her request for a transfer
is under
administrative review.

Ben Newell 2

Ben Newell, 43, works as a library clerk at a small college in Jackson, Mississippi. His poems have appeared in The Blood Machine, Chiron Review, LUMMOX, Nerve Cowboy, Pink Litter, and other underground publications. He is a Bennington College dropout.

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