Poem of the day. Nick Flynn
Redazione Italia, May 09, 2016
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Emptying Town
Each fall this town
empties, leaving me
drained, standing on the dock, waving
bye-
bye, the white handkerchief
stuck in my throat. You know
the way Jesus
empties, leaving me
drained, standing on the dock, waving
bye-
bye, the white handkerchief
stuck in my throat. You know
the way Jesus
rips open his shirt
to
show us his heart, all flaming & thorny,
the way he points to
it. I am afraid
the way I miss you
to
show us his heart, all flaming & thorny,
the way he points to
it. I am afraid
the way I miss you
will be this obvious. I
have
have
a friend who everyone
warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus around
my house
warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus around
my house
for me to find when I
come home – Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked
come home – Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked
into the mirror. He wants
to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is
someone ripping open his
shirt & saying
to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is
someone ripping open his
shirt & saying
look what I did for
you.
you.
