Ryan Quinn Flanagan


My friend Shane picked me up
and drove to the flower shop
near Wickie’s Pub
on Burton Avenue.
He picked out the flowers and the wrapping,
then it came:
you’re good with words,
can you write something
that will get me laid
Then I wrote something
and the saleslady
We picked up his girl from work
and she saw the flowers
and read the card
as I sat in the backseat
She couldn’t keep her hands
off him
the whole way home.
After they dropped me
back at my place on Jane Street
they drove off
to have some wild unprotected gorilla
Valentine’s Day
as I made my packet
of chicken-flavoured Mr. Noodles
for dinner
and was in bed
by 7.

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