Morning Cow Lick Anarchy by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Hair has its orders as anything does
societal edicts that bind the whole to a safe
and common path,
but this morning’s cow lick has decided to step
outside and sneak a stolen cigarette from
dear momma’s sleepy purse,
to stand out in such a way that no amount
of personal grooming can fix –
forget baked bread, this is how uprisings start,
imagine each hair going off to do its own thing
without the least consideration for the rest
of the head as a whole, some reimagining themselves
not as hairs at all, but rather undiscovered planets
or worse, undiscovered poets. No one ever fashions
themselves an outhouse, do they? Or a spit bucket during
a 12 round prizefight. Only the good stuff, and always
for the Self. It’s almost enough to make me
want to go bald.


© 2018 Ryan Quinn Flanagan


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Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Word Riot, Literary Yard, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.


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