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
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Так говорил танкистам политрук
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Sonnet LV by William Shakespeare
- Федор Сологуб – Лесная тропа
- What The Doctor Said by Raymond Carver
- Наум Коржавин – Он собирался многое свершить
- Иван Варавва – В закубанском лесу
- Олег Бундур – Где живут мысли
- Gadara, A.D. 31 by John Oxenham
- YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY by Steve Troyanovich
- The Cup of Life by Mike Yuan
- Ольга Берггольц – Старая гвардия
- Dead Musicians by Siegfried Sassoon
- Orlando Furioso Canto 4 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Robert Burns: Her Answer:
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).
