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ryan quinn flanagan | rising like dough, the sun, lazarus three days after

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Rising like Dough, the Sun,
Lazarus Three Days

Your pilfered sticky bun friends,
he said
wiping honey from the corners
of his mouth,
and she did not say a word,
stood stoic as a hat rack,
then he licked his fingers,
the honey blood of his fingers
one by one
looking down at the baking tray -
now ghost town
empty –

except for some crumbs
like the ruins
of some burnt out

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