We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.
Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.
I love you, I said.
That’s very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A Dogs Love Is a Never Ending Game by Stacey Chillemi
- Николай Гумилев – Лаос
- To The Autumn Wind poem – Alfred Austin
- Как хорошо, что рядом верная подруга
- Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Жизни после смерти нет
- Father And Child by William Butler Yeats
- A Letter From Italy poem – Alfred Austin
- The Dispossessed by Sylvia Plath
- Resolution And Independence by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Маяковский – Продналог оставил деревне много лишка… (Главполитпросвет №157)
- Miracles by Siegfried Sassoon
- Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
- Sonnet LX by William Shakespeare
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
