January 17, 2014

Niece by Daniel N. Flanagan

Cradled in your arms
Nuzzled close to your
Sweat stained neck
She cries
For she can smell
Offended by
Your noxious odor.

She wails
As you rock out of rhythm
& burb with too much force.

She wonders why,
Why her mother’s mouthful of
A couple of teeth &
A fifth of vodka
Smell so

I mourn the loss of
The developmental stages of
My niece
For what we both have never known,
A mother.

Daniel N. Flanagan is a Worcester, MA native. He is the author of the short story "Daddy's Girl", located in The Commonline Journal, and seven poems, featured in Aberration Labyrinth, Three Line Poetry, Pyrokinection, Dead Snakes and The Onyx. He has four stories and five poems scheduled for publication between January and September '14. Check him out at www.DanFlanagan.webs.com and follow him @DanielNFlanagan.

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