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
- Джон Донн – Мощи
- The Lew O’ The Rick by William Barnes
- Федор Сологуб – Астероид
- Николай Некрасов – Вступление к песням 1876-77 годов
- I Kiss the Feet of Angels poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
- Михаил Кузмин – Выздоравливающей
- The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats
- Who by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Глазков – Дождь
- Come, Send Round the Wine by Thomas Moore
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня Марии
- Ольга Берггольц – Лучший город
- Far Within Us #1 by Vasko Popa
- Poem on Sensibility by Robert Burns
- Николай Некрасов – Вчера, сегодня
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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).
