Two Poems by Keegan Cook Finberg


saddle up
shift your tie
give a blink
butter cream

revo lu
they get drinks
fat big por
tions um

fill your mouths
cake flesh white

her work is what
sure yes we know

and has she
read/thought/looked into
slow money

no ladies
at the cake
table, friends.



The wide world is never the whole case
especially when men speak
gray. Either the blouse fits
or it’s the wrong cut,
like today.

For me someone else
did the wretched work
but you’ll find your own fashion of how.

Medea was no kitten.
Avengers live on and always plot beyond what we fathom—
don’t know edges borders or even pot tops:

let it seep through.

And as it carries on, steam
may cause you to close your eyes
think of this like a kiss that is boiling too.
There is satisfaction in
accumulation of days that come next
and days that are yours.

Wherever this takes you, may you end up
in a nice vacation spot
after all.



Keegan Cook Finberg teaches at the University of California at Santa Cruz, where she is finishing her PhD in Literature. Most recently her poetry has appeared in Bone Bouquet.