by Lynn M. Finger
--skin purple, soft, smells
of river and joining,
it surrenders, like other
quiescent things.
How many are yielding
that shouldn’t be?
A circus tiger with a paper hat,
elastic under his chin,
an Instagram sunset pic,
with twenty likes
and the typical “beautiful,”
and me--when I try to leave your
intoxicating scent,
your fingers under my chin,
even as I know
this goes nowhere.
My poem is about longing that is fulfilled, and also denied. The process of my writing was to show the drive that can overtake a person when they really want something or someone, and how a person can derive meaning from that or be broken by it.
- Lynn M. Finger
About the Poet:
Lynn Finger’s writings have appeared in 8Poems, Perhappened, Book of Matches, Fairy Piece, Drunk Monkeys, and ONE ART: a journal of poetry. Lynn also recently released a poetry chapbook, The Truth of Blue Horses, published by Alien Buddha Press. She was nominated for 2021 and 2022 Best of the Net Anthology. Lynn edits Harpy Hybrid Review and works with a group that mentors writers in prison.
Her Twitter is @sweetfirefly2
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