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
- Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- I Heard an Angel by William Blake
- Oh Who Is That Young Sinner poem – A. E. Housman
- Ugliest Man In Town by Shel Silverstein
- The Journey by Rabindranath Tagore
- Гавриил Державин – Похвала за правосудие
- Mr. Apollinax by T. S. Eliot
- To Dr. MReading Mathmatics by William Somervile
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad Third – John Bushby’s Lamentation.
- The Ballad of the King’s Jest by Rudyard Kipling
- A Winter Bluejay by Sara Teasdale
- Feroza
- No, Love Is Not Dead by Robert Desnos
- Алишер Навои – Словно зеркало, сияет лик твой
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночь в лесу
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).
