Nick Flynn Is Like a Pill Sister


By Andrew Romanelli

I think of pulling him by his hair
when he greedily spins a licked
finger in an empty orange tube.

Siblings deal in wet willies, but
I’ll bite his fucking finger off.

It looked so white and caked,
I could get buzzed off that.

And the blood.
And the bone.
And the loss.

Him holding it over me
for the rest of my life.

His phantom digit.

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