A daring and intimate new book by the poet and memoirist Nick Flynn, "a champion of contemporary American poetry" ("Newpages")

." . . the take from his bank jobs, all of it"
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"will come to me, if I can just get him to draw me"
"a map, if I can find the tree, if I can find"
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"the shovel. And the house, the mansion he"
"grew up in, soon a lawyer will pass"
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"a key across a walnut desk, but even this"
"lawyer will not be able to tell me where this"
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"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."