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.