Very Bad Archive
PEPPERS OFTEN HURT THE MEEK
Shirley Gothen
We're cooking in the kitchen
Its hot but the windows are open
and the oven off
The peppers are cut,
like my soul, in shapes
that remind me
of what youth used
to smell like.
You're cutting grapes
now, God knows why.
You know I'm allergic.
Do you hate me?
Do you love me so much
you wish I would lay in state and beauty?
For you, I would.
The coffin almost sounds better
than the cold mahogany
of your
embrace.
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: