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Poetry || SubmissionsFour poems by Yvette Marie Finnegan
WordsThere were words in the hallway,Words on the door, Words on the ceiling, on the floor. Words with meaning, Words of love, Words that hovered up above. And they stood out in bold Against the pale walls, Speaking a lifetime through letters. Silent shapes, spouts of fear, Twisted jealousy, tears, Rage of my father to mother. Evil words lurked around corners, Past curtains, Reflected in mirrors. I shivered, I shuddered, I melted, I froze, I knew not what to do, How to deal with the pause- With the silence of words. They multiplied, day after day, Increasing with speed and intensity. Shadows-my friend, my accomplice, Forgiver of sins, or my enemy. Physical sickness, sexual desire, Emotional trauma, this fire Burning and seeping, eating flesh. Words...I no longer know the meaning... Just the feeling. She would likePacing the same floor boardsIn the predictable path She decides to sit on the floor, Eat the bowl of cereal cross-legged. She would like that cigarette She had all those years ago After making love, Or the ice-cream she demanded at 2:00a.m. Her belly turning with life. She would like to listen to the same CD Over and over until the music is different. She would like to rake the leaves With her middle-aged body And sit in the leaf pile Barefoot, in her nightgown, Without feeling the cold, Without people staring, Without being noticed. A moment of indulgenceEach roll of skin tells a story,A regret, A moment of indulgence. Each stretch mark carries a name: Pity, anger, sorrow, Happiness, pain. Life, a set of numbers, A grade of pass or fail, Internal power struggle, Test of control, Sweet smells of devil's temptation. WantingIn the early hours of morningI cramp with the pain of wanting: Wanting not to be pushed away, Wanting to deny how you judged, pried, took inventory, Wanting the sincerity of your friendship, Wanting not to feel so desperate. Sobbing over the phone, Part laid out on the kitchen table, Choking on dead fibers. Pathetic, scared, lonely- Spun in life's cocoon Yvette Marie Finnegan was born in Tacoma, WA. , attended the University of Texas, Austin. lived in England for many years and currently resides in New Jersey with her husband and three daughters. These are her first poems at Ariga. Today's Situation
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