Statuary (Nick Flynn Poems)
Bees may be trusted, always,to discover the best, nay, the onlyhuman, solution. Let me citean instance; an event, that,though occurring ...
Bees may be trusted, always,to discover the best, nay, the onlyhuman, solution. Let me citean instance; an event, that,though occurring ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poemand is silent for a long time, until it feelslike that night we ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.They jerk ...
At the end there were strawsin her glove compartment, I'd split them opento taste the familiar bitter residue, near the ...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't knowthat the universe is ever-expanding,inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxiesswallowed by galaxies, wholesolar systems collapsing, ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as ifoffering my stomach, as if ...
I want to erase your footprintsfrom my walls. Each pillowis thick with your reasons. Omensfill the sidewalk below my window: ...
Hoverthe imagined center, our tonguesgrew long to please it, lickingthe walls, a chamber built of scent,a moment followed by a ...
I dreamt your suicide notewas scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag,& in the bag were six baby mice. The ...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know that the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby ...
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
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