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 Serenade At The Villa by Robert Browning
- The Sacrifice of Er-Heb by Rudyard Kipling
- High Windows by Philip Larkin
- In May by William Henry Davies
- Robert Burns: Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame:
- A Sleepless Night poem – Alfred Austin
- A Prayer in the Prospect of Death by Robert Burns
- The Nuclear Ghost Towns
- The Request
- On the Circuit by W. H. Auden
- South Wind by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Song poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- A Servant to Servants by Robert Frost
- Ольга Ермолаева – Этот позорный ужас
- The Carnival by Robert Creeley
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).
