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BUTTER FLIES THROUGH MY FINGERS
Shirley Gothen
Butter flies through my fingers
like coagulating blood moving
like a slow-mo avalanche
Not like a waterfall, no
Those are too happy, and young
I am not young
despite my age
There are wrinkles in me deeper than skin
and there are words in me fouler than the face
I thought was yours.
Shirley Gothen has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Shirley's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Shirley's latest works: