Bed Wetting
It was like some overdeveloped sense
that allowed her to pick up my sniveling
no matter how quiet I tried to be.
I wasn’t crying because
I had wet the bed again,
I was crying because
I knew she would hear me
and know.
She’d enter in a rage
pull me from my bed
toss me against the toilet
and hiss
Pee right now you little son of a bitch!
But I couldn’t.
I already had.
So there was a standoff,
until I fell asleep standing up.
She’d slap my face awake,
toss me on my bed
and mumble You little bastard.
For the longest time
I thought it was my fault.

John L. Stanizzi is the author of Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits, Chants, Sundowning, POND
Johnnie has read at venues all over New England, including the Mystic Arts Café, the Sunken Garden Poetry Festival, Hartford Stage, the Riverwood Poetry Series, and many others. He also coordinated the Fresh Voices Poetry Competition for Young Poets at Hill-Stead Museum, Farmington, Connecticut for 10 years, and spent a decade with Poetry Out Loud as a “Teaching Artist.”
John taught literature at Manchester Community College in Manchester, Connecticut, for 26 years, high school English and theater at Bacon Academy in Colchester, CT. for 24 years, Johnnie lives with his wife, Carol, in Coventry, CT.
