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
- Interpret The Light
- Николай Языков – А. С. Дириной
- Great-Heart by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: Election Ballad: At the close of the contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790. Addressed to R. Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
- Иван Киуру – Ершок с вершок
- Snow & Ice by Quincy Troupe
- Wandering Singers by Sarojini Naidu
- Do You Know What Its Like
- Олег Григорьев – К себе домой из дальних стран
- Michael: A Pastoral Poem by William Wordsworth
- Sleep Spaces by Robert Desnos
- Вера Павлова – У святителя вместо спины
- Adoration
- Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet. Written On A Blank Space At The End Of Chaucer’s Tale Of ‘The Floure And The Lefe’ poem – John Keats poems
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).
