Gates
Reworking old efforts of expressing
my love and then I rip it up
Onto a new page
You beam right at me all bright
white and clean
And I burn easily
I give myself permission to cry
The pain is too great not to anyway
I don’t write
There’s a part of me that wants to
lay down and die
And there’s a part of me that does
But then there is you
A new page
And I see that bright white and
clean as something different
You give me so much to fill
And the rest of me gets up and
writes on ###
Mitchell Flanagan
Mitchell Flanagan is an artist, writer, and musician. His poems
have appeared in the magazine The Chronogram in August of 2010 and December
2011. His work has previously appeared in Ariel Chart in April of 2020 and
April of 2021. He's working on a collection of short stories, novels, and
poetry books. He's hoping to put these works out soon. He also writes songs,
plays bass, and sings with his band Cold Heaven who recently released new music
and a new album called Unraveled. He lives and sleeps occasionally in Newburgh,
New York.
A magnificent piece, Mitchell.
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