Certain Stories We Carry With Us, Events

The Attention One Gets From Being A Poet Isnt Great.

When I Was A Child, Writing Was The Worst Possible Choice Of A Career In My Family.

Sometimes I'd See My Father, Walking Past My Building On His Way To Another Nowhere. I Could Have Given Him A Key, Offered A Piece Of My Floor. A Futon. A Bed. But I Never Did. If I Let Him Inside I Would Become Him, The Line Between Us Would Blur, My Own Slow-motion Car Wreck Would Speed Up. The Slogan On The Side Of A Moving Company Truck Read Together We Are Going Places--modified By A Vandal Or A Disgruntled Employee To Read Together We Are Going Down. If I Went To The Drowning Man The Drowning Man Would Pull Me Under. I Couldn't Be His Life Raft.

Inside Us, A Flower Taken Whole, A Field Built Inside.

Water Can Be A Symbol Of Purification, To Stand Naked Before Someone A Sign Of Truth, Of Nothing To Hide. - Nick Flynn