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.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
the why / never answer ed / / /
& sick ness / goes in to me a gain
fuck / i can't stand this / / own worst
enemy / & last night drink ing / smoking
a million million cigarettes / & to day
not good / / / /
& i plan my escape
st.ill all most 3 weeks a way
& i can't stand the sound of cars
revving their engines
&
he asks me if going to come home
if i go for 3 weeks / / i laugh / tell him
i might not ///
& i try to re main strong / know that what
starts / has to / end
& last night a drunk in the bar
de clare his love for me / tells me
i'm the most beautiful woman
i don't feel beautiful / any more
just worn out / tired / / my skin
thinning / i don't like it
i de cide . it's the cigarettes
but i keep smoke ing
& now i'm count ing days a gain
& st.ill wonder ing what you thot
of all the words /
& i am / oh yes / all ways mountains
out of no thing
& now / i'm count ing a gain
wish ing summer to pass / to pass
in to / september / / & i wonder
how sad i'll be in october / / /
how my / mind creeps up
makes me para noid / don't trust
my self any more / not good enough
or some thing like that
& blood drops from my body
night creeps up / cold / my body
is cold / & re fuse to give in
to actual lee look ing after my self
& wonder / do i real lee have a death wish
i must / i think / & i draw in deep
/
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