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
- Arms And The Boy by Wilfred Owen
- Hare-hunting by William Somervile
- Show me by Rixa White
- The Sitter by Shel Silverstein
- Олег Бундур – Я несу домой морошку
- On The Sea poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Если белогвардейщину не добьем совсем… (РОСТА №148)
- Николай Карамзин – Луизе в день ее рождения 13 генваря, при вручении ей подарка
- Robert Burns: Lines To John M’Murdo, Esq. Of Drumlanrig: Sent with some of the Author’s Poems.
- Andromeda poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- To Sayf Al Dawla
- The Vier-Zide by William Barnes
- Sweet And Low poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Puck’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама, 1928
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).
