Sunday, July 8, 2018

Mint Julep. by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


drinks
beside you

in an old prom dress
split at the seams

from a highball
glass of volcanic
activity

and you can
smell the lazy
bourbon on her
breath

the way the shaved ice
crowds the lip

climbing up out of
the glass

like a barrel of
monkeys

at half past ten

in the
morning.






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, The Rye Whiskey Review, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Dope Fiend Daily and In Between Hangovers.

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