Mike Finley Poems
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A Prayer For Resilience
As the mountain hungers to be made flat
So I burn for your salvation.
Help me to forgive the airplanes
strafing me on the skyscraper.
The centipedes in the pillowcase
know not what they do.
Spread open my chest with a spring-clamp
And let my heartbeat keep my time.
These trembling hands want work.
These clapping lips want song.
To you I lift a styrofoam cup.
Pile on, dear God, pile on!
Sleeping On My Hands
I sleep on my hands every night.
As I pull the covers around me
and prepare to let go,
first on my right side,
then on my left,
I bunch both hands under the pillows,
holding my head up through the night.
My head must need to be held up so,