By Ryan Quinn Flanagan
IRON MAIDEN VOYAGE That faded band shirt way you wait for your order, got your whole life wrapped up in condiments the stark raver behind the cash with that falling fire escape of hair, on the run from everything but the law; it's one smile out the door and some butcher block cut up for the diary and you hear some power slave get his number called, some chunky oil slick wife beater with a fistful of straws instead of dollars and that ship has sailed somewhere in time Ontario as the fry hat emo kid slams a tray down in front of you -- that smell of stake ketchup blotted over all the tables as you search out some sodium spilled shanty by the bathroom; a parking lot full of rust boxes pulled in on the lean, steering wheels hot to the touch from clutch to column under some heavy nowhere sun that just won't stop.
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, Borderless Journal, GloMag, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.
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