ryan quinn flanagan | get out…meet new people

Get Out…Meet New People

I walked down the alley
and there he stood:
toothy, half depraved,
something brandished and paint-
brush waving
and the dumpsters full of cardboard
in the moonlight
and the steam grates etched in pavement
pissed themselves in gaseous
and when I grinned
he knew
and when I began toward him
he knew even more,
dropping his blade in the street
before running back
to mommy

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