A daring and intimate new book by the poet and memoirist Nick Flynn, a champion of contemporary American poetry (Newpages)
a map, if I can find the tree, if I can find the shovel. And the house, the mansion he
grew up in, soon a lawyer will pass a key across a walnut desk, but even this
lawyer will not be able to tell me where this mansion is.
--from Kafka In My Feelings, Nick Flynn makes no claims on anyone else's. These poems inhabit a continually shifting sense of selfhood, in the attempt to contain quicksilver realms of emotional energy--from grief and panic to gratitude and understanding.
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