Katie Finley Poems

Swinging between them both, their big hands engulfing
my pudgy little ones.

underneath the rainbow tunnel, holding
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she is still radiant. not radiant still.
unwrapping layers
of paper, removing the bow, flinging
off the box top—I robbed
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Here’s where to palpate the point
Of maximal impulse, a space two fingers by one finger wide:
It pulses at the fifth intercostal space,
At the midclavicular line to the left of the sternum.
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burning inside of me, it’s been
a long time coming. smoldering never felt
this good, throbbing fire veins glowing, heat coursing
through the body—a thumb stroked metal,
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It’s when lines overhead begin to blur—
Sharp angles and sloping arches of an old library
Trying to look older, stained glass unintelligible, only
Black space, silver metal cutting night—
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it falls gently now.
Pull back the brown threadbare curtains and press
my forehead against the pane.
it chills. ice cream
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