Ryan Mills: “Poem”

Then his pancakes come and I’m like
Please leave the flowers—
and really, after his question
(“have you ripped a big one lately?”)
I see he’s a one-trick pony.
A tiny glass vase centers our table

Then his pancakes come and I’m like
How could anybody masturbate to Slaughterhouse-Five?
My Aunt the Grandma
never put on a belt herself, how awkward!
the dancing.

Then his pancakes come and I’m like
What am I? Don’t know.
Don’t Know Don’t Know Don’t
know.
Don’t believe in decency and honesty and
gratitude.

Then his pancakes come and I’m like
Don’t forget your Sunflowers
How easily the mouth opens.

 

 

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Ryan Mills attended Manzanita Elementary School in Tucson, Arizona, and the MFA in Creative Writing at Portland State University. Ryan has had poems published in 1001 Journal, Gramma Weekly, Heavy Feather Review, &etc. Ryan is co-founder co-editor of Old Pal Magazine & a Letter Carrier for the United States Postal Service in Portland, Oregon.

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