My initial reaction to finchy’s work was not positive. I thought that she is a prose writer and maybe poetry is not her thing. But I have read her almost every poem on this board. I think this is one of her better work.
Friday, June 16, 2006
& some days
/ the pain rests
be tween my ribs / some where
near my heart / press ing heavy
a gainst the lungs / /
this is no way to die / i think
as i / dig my own grave /
& wonder a bout love making
& why it can't be done
i make love to flowers / talk
in conversational english to grass
taking over the garden beds / my hands
are stain ed / dirt
/
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