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.
