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
- Вероника Тушнова – У всех бывают слабости минуты
- Beauty Undecked by William Barnes
- Sonnet 10
- Аля Кудряшева – Меня мотает тянет ведет налево
- Hurting Dive by Satish Verma
- Шекспир – А это смерть – Сонет 64
- Владимир Высоцкий – Милицейский протокол
- Eden in Winter by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Гиппиус стихи: читать все стихотворения, поэмы поэта Владимир Гиппиус – Поэзия на Poetry Monster
- Justice by Rudyard Kipling
- To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin
- The Bird of Paradise by William Henry Davies
- A Study by Wang Wei
- Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders
- After Our Likeness
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).
