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!
Living Without Friends
You told yourself you could do this without them
If you had their help it would undo the purpose
Recused yourself from the argument at hand
And folded into quietness there
You proceeded to suffer for a time
At your hunger and your loneliness
At the nothing there that swallowed you like a bug
And weeping nights from leaving them behind