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by Nick Flynn | |

Bag Of Mice

 I dreamt your suicide note
was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag,
& in the bag were six baby mice.
The bag opened into darkness, smoldering from the top down.
The mice, huddled at the bottom, scurried the bag across a shorn field.
I stood over it & as the burning reached each carbon letter of what you'd written your voice released into the night like a song, & the mice grew wilder.


by Nick Flynn | |

Amber

 Hover 
the imagined center, our tongues 
grew long to please it, licking 

the walls, a chamber built of scent, 

a moment followed by a lesser moment 
& a hunger to return.
It couldn't last.
Resin flowed glacially from wounds in the bark pinned us in our entering as the orchids opened wider.
First, liquid, so we swam until we couldn't.
Then it felt like sleep, the taste of nectar still inside us.
Sometimes a flower became submerged with us.
A million years went by.
A hundred.
Swarm of hoverflies, cockroach, assassin bug, all trapped, suspended in that moment of fullness, a Pompeii, the mother covering her child's head forever.


by Nick Flynn | |

Emptying Town

 I want to erase your footprints
from my walls.
Each pillow is thick with your reasons.
Omens fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman in a party hat, clinging to a tin-foil balloon.
Shadows creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!" and I close my eyes.
I can't watch as this town slowly empties, leaving me strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes on a line, the white handkerchief stuck in my throat.
You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, the way he points to it.
I'm afraid the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.
I have a friend who everyone warns me is dangerous, he hides bloody images of Jesus around my house, for me to find when I come home; Jesus behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked into the mirror.
He wants to save me but we disagree from what.
My version of hell is someone ripping open his shirt and saying, Look what I did for you.
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