Nick Flynn Poems
|2.||Bag Of Mice||1/13/2003|
|3.||Cartoon Physics, Part 1||1/13/2003|
|5.||You Asked How (formerly Even Now She Is Turning, Saying Everything I Always Wanted Her to Say)||1/13/2003|
|8.||Alan Dugan Telling Me I Have A Problem With Time||1/13/2003|
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if
offering my stomach, as if it were pulling me forward.
At night the sun leaks from it, it turns cold, I sleep with it
beside my head, I breath for it.
Sometimes I dream of hammers.
I am hammering it back into sand, the sand we melt into glass,