Two Bottle Caps and a Gas Station Receipt
I reach down into my pocket
thinking twisted blow up dolls
back into balloon animals.
Feeling around for my wallet
that is a no show.
Just two bottle caps and a gas
I toss the receipt
and finger around the bottle caps
like those Chinese stress balls
that professional assholes swear by.
The heavy melanoma sun over my face.
A rock in my shoe that makes me
walk with a limp I don’t have.
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Rusty Truck, Live Nude Poems, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.
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