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Cincinnati

Kyle Flak

I took a rest.  And then I didn’t.

A bicycle came into my possession.

It didn’t look at my lean shanks, but

I was reading the news and how could

I know?  This is how it is in the city.

I could hold onto a muffin all day

long and never really hold onto it.

A passerby asked me if I owned

a watch and I remembered, then,

how I can trot.  How I can trot.

“I am a pony,” I told him.  But

I was already far.  Near a bridge.

Kyle Flak was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan and currently is an M.A. candidate at Northern Michigan University.  He's a fan of Dmitri Shostakovich, Eric Dolphy, and Cornelius Hackel.  He plays classical guitar very terribly.  His "poetry" has appeared in places such as Dicey Brown, Can We Have Our Ball Back, Wire Sandwich, Sirr, Albion Review, and lots of other magazines you've never read.