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, October 13, 2006
the weight of my / day
& i open & close this box
one million times
i'd rather smoke & feel the pain
of rib twist ing / i take 600 mg of ibuprofen
& hope for sleep / not too much heavy ness
& i'm fear ing / it might just be true
we really are / just in side our heads
heart play ing the function of / beat beat
let me keep you / a live / what a line
oh heart of my heart / /
& i fall in to / the dread ed script a gain
i love it there / a play of words / a play
on words / what could be / more wicked
except for / i lost the long ing a gain
it curl ed up / died / so to speak
i wait ed for music to land on my words
but / they didn't / i tried / patience
wait ing / oh / yes / i've been wait ing
but / all is / silent / this black sky
winter come ing nite / / oh / but the
stars are clear / twinkle twinkle
& in the other room / my bed
a child sleeps / heavy small body
can't lift / my baby any more / these
arms have lift ed / lift ed / oh what is
this weight up on / my shoulders / my back
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