I Like Detroit
Like a mouldy ragdoll
from the dusty boxes of your dead
grandmother's attic,
without eyes
that you clean off,
but not so much
and to lose the character,
and you hug it because
there has to be
something.
It is simple and ugly
and there.
And that is enough.
Article © Ryan Quinn Flanagan. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-06-18
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