Sunday, May 19, 2024

One Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Real Escape Artist 

The woman upstairs 
ran a tight ship,
never let her husband speak
out of turn
and made him deal weed
in the basement:
nothing serious, just dime bags in a pinch,
but she didn’t want to see or hear about it,
a real escape artist,
but she loved the money that came in
each week like the plague –
you just knew this one was setting up
the crying unspoilt virgin on the rocks: 
she had no idea 
and would cooperate fully
with the authorities 
about all those people 
that were lesser than her
and had a problem.

Bio: Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and mounds of snow.  His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, The Asylum Floor, Horror Sleaze Trash, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review. He enjoys listening to the blues and cruising down the TransCanada in his big blacked out truck.

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One Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

A Real Escape Artist  The woman upstairs  ran a tight ship, never let her husband speak out of turn and made him deal weed in the basement: ...