Two Poems

by Keegan Cook Finberg


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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

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.