
Three Poems
Words By Nick Flynn, Art By Arthur Asa
Now,after / when—she / he dies, after a few hours ofhearing her / his name on the radio, my daughter will ask, why was she / he so important, why is anyone so important? I play her a song—we’re. go. in. down downdown—she listens, nods, begins tosway. He made us happy, I say, people are not …