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
- All Night in Savannah the Wind Wrote Poetry by Aberjhani
- Владимир Маяковский – Били раз… (РОСТА №631)
- Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now by William Shakespeare
- Наум Коржавин – Генерал
- Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks:
- Snow Flakes by Tala Bar
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old warder of these buried bones poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Broken Men by Rudyard Kipling
- For Sale by Shel Silverstein
- Василий Курочкин – Старая песня
- Ольга Седакова – Две книги я несу
- All In a Family Way by Thomas Moore
- Blue Glass by Ross D Tyler
- Robert Burns: A Mother’s Lament For the Death of Her Son.:
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).
