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I CUT MY WRISTS WITH HURRICANES
Shirley Gothen
I cut my wrists
with hurricanes
They are sharp, you see,
with waves of steel
Daggers can't do the job
that you failed to finish
on the phone last night
My blood will fill the sink
but I won't drain it.
No. I want to watch it,
like I have been
these past two weeks
while we sat in fields
of yellow and youth
Both are dead now,
dead like a storm
already lost over land.
I'm a weatherwoman
of pure indecency.
You won't notice, I assume
because you've already changed
the channel
Nobody ever watches
the Weather Channel anymore.
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: