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Flannery
There are times I’d give
my eyes
for a black train
headed to a bleak city
and a fiery blaze
for plunging,
to purge that freak,
myself,
of self.
Haunted, hounded, mind
not right,
I’m a realist too, sir,
and feel
at the utterance
of every strange
struggling sentence
the depth of distances
between self
and that word
that began everything.
Though I hobble now
among peahens
on these aluminum crutches,
I’ll make my way
soon enough
to the fire
and I know who I’ll leave
in the flames.
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Steven Ostrowski is a poet, fiction
writer, and painter. His work appears in literary
journals, magazines and anthologies. He is the author of
five chapbooks –four of poems and one of stories. He and
his son Ben Ostrowski are the authors of a full-length
collaboration called Penultimate Human Constellation
published in 2018 by Tolsun Books. His chapbook, After
the Tate Modern, won the 2017 Atlantic Road Prize and is
published by Island Verse Editions. He teaches at
Central Connecticut State University.
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