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There’s not much to introduce this poem from Nick Flynn, other than the fact that I adore it, and I cannot stop reading it.

Read this one out loud to someone, and if you’re up north, bundle up and warm yourself beside this fire.

the boy stood on the burning deck, stammering

elocution, wait—

the boy stood in the burning cage, stammering

electrocution, no—the boy stood in the hot-hot room

stammering I did stammering I did stammering I

did stammering I did stammering everything you say I did

I did.