Zodiac Guru
She told him
to stick the key
to the city
up his ass
and he took her
serious.
He was the mayor
after all.
Had a budget to
balance
and constituents
to
swindle.
Twelve years the
incumbent
and still
feeling for his place
among the pines.
She couldn’t
wait
for it to all be
over.
Like tornado
children
cowered in
unfinished
basements.
She was done.
Great cleansing
breaths
and the guiles
of the zodiac guru
were gone.
Junket
Quite the
process, I'd imagine.
Though most
anything is.
But still -
curdled milk with rennet,
a grating of
nutmeg.
All those hours
in the kitchens
of others,
carousing with spatulas.
A chardonnay
stem on the go.
The latest
gossip.
How the Anglican
closed its doors
to both bond and
believer.
The clock on the
wall is wrong,
but at least
it's trying.
RYAN QUINN FLANAGAN
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, Our Poetry Archive, Setu, Literary
Yard, and The Oklahoma Review.
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