A short poem

Flannery Wilson
1 min readDec 30, 2017


Image my own

When I asked him how he was,

he didn’t answer.

He was shy and quiet

and my anxiety frightened him.

He looked out at the night.

And he smoked.

And he was himself.



Flannery Wilson

Flannery has a PhD in Comparative Literature. She teaches French, Italian, and visual media. Her book on Taiwanese cinema can be found on Amazon.