Eraserhead (the poem) by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

They turned my grandmother into a vegetable
after her youngest son
never came home from school
and was found floating in
Georgian Bay.

So docile and expressionless
I never knew her outside of what
she had become.
Many years later
there was this one in the Sudbury nuthouse
receiving ECT every few weeks,
she called it a reset.

Made it sound simple as programming
your VCR.

All her memories gone.
While other men are accused
of murder.

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Ryan Quinn Flanagan presently resides in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with an acute case of cabin fever after another long Canadian winter. He dreams of warm places and warmer women.

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