Estha Weiner Poetry — Introduction by Betsy Sholl

Here are two poems by Estha Weiner, who grew up in Portland and Falmouth and now lives in New York City.  Her sense of irony and of how to create characters and a sense of dialogue through the briefest suggestion come in part from her training in the theater.  Estha loves Maine and returns whenever possible.      Betsy Sholl

 

“Lying about Sex” was first published in J Journal. Both of these poems will be in her forthcoming book from Salmon Press, titled “at the last minute. ”

 

Lying About Sex

“Elizabeth, I have confessed”

John Proctor, The Crucible, Arthur Miller

 

I thought I saw

my husband

 

What of Abigail Williams?

 

somewhat turning from

 

Goody Proctor

 

My husband is a good

and righteous

 

To your own knowledge,

has John Proctor

 

I came to think

he fancied

 

Your husband—

did he

 

My husband

is a goodly

 

Then he

did not

 

He is a goodly

 

Has John Proctor ever

committed the crime

 

He

 

Is your husband

a lecher?

 

No, sir.

 


 

Dialogue

 

Come,  dearest,  we’ll play

A little poker,

Stud and Draw,

The first game you taught me.

I’ll bring our plastic chips;

You’ll win.  I’ll take

Your hand.  I’ll take

You out of here.

Listen, I’m pretending

I can talk to you.

Pretend you can

Hear me.

Come,  dearest,

Come   back.