BY Ryan Quinn Flanagan 

 

is that cardboard?

is that D.B. Copper on

performance enhancing drugs?

I could skin a snake with chopsticks

while listening to Nancy Sinatra,

that is not what I wish to do,

but what must be done

the sole difference being one

of want: what I want, you ask?

a cart full of embellishments would be nice

and perhaps a draft horse named Canty

with an ailing fifth leg, his best days behind him

like the hood of a ratty coat, or

one of those street signs the Europeans have

that clean themselves…

is that a chinook?

I could learn to ride a bike again

or take out the garbage,

the voice of a mountaineer

coming up through the

throat of my floor.

 

 

 

 

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow.

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