If Only They Could Bottle This Feeling
–Nick Flynn
Pages torn from magazines,
taped to the walls – a sunset,

a puppy, a tree in
a field — all of it more real

than these words. Our kiss

stretched a wire
from your hands to my skull, I fell

inside, mouth first, head
first… if I

was made of paper I’d have
burst into flame. If only they could

bottle this feeling, I thought
& then they did.