Michael A. Flanagan

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In her business suit, in a barPainting of wine bottle and glass by Gene McCormick
down near Wall St., about eight
o'clock on a Wednesday night,
bartender hands her the phone,
she talks into the receiver,
obviously speaking to a child,
“Honey, I am coming home. Yes.
Soon. Yes honey, I promise.”
She hands the receiver back
to the bartender and as he
takes it she rolls her eyes
as if acknowledging they are
comrades, two people who
understand the fight, how
hard it is when others want
something different than
your cause. Smiling now
she shakes the tumbler in
her hand and orders another
drink, oblivious once again
to all but the ice cubes at
the bottom of her glass

Michael A. Flanagan was born in the Bronx N.Y. Poems and stories of his have
appeared in many small press periodicals across the country. His chapbook,
A Million Years Gone, is available from Nerve Cowboys Liquid Paper Press