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
- Grace Before Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Moonrise poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Ode to the Bat , a Sonnet
- Владимир Британишский – 1848 год в Зимнем дворце
- Salvage poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Letters to the Otherworld
- Джон Донн – Я весь боренье, на беду мою
- Владимир Британишский – На конференции молодых геофизиков
- Fallen Star: Dedicated to Huey P. Newton by Tupac Shakur
- Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West by Thomas Gray
- A Little While by Sara Teasdale
- My Boy Jack by Rudyard Kipling
- Divided Destinies by Rudyard Kipling
- I Don’t Know If History Repeats Itself by Yehuda Amichai
- Иида Дакоцу – Синтоистское святилище у подножия горы в Одани
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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).
