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
- Николай Огарев – Расстались мы
- May Magnificat poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be poem – John Keats poems
- Олег Бундур – Дедушка воспитывает папу
- Владимир Британишский – О человеке
- Clouds by Philip Levine
- Ольга Ермолаева – Псевдоготика для русских романтических сердец
- Владислав Крапивин – На Диком Западе
- Ольга Седакова – В это зыбкое скопленье
- Шекспир – Считать часы и спрашивать – Сонет 58
- Wind on the Hill by A. A. Milne
- Владимир Маяковский – За истекший декабрь добыча по Подмосковному… (РОСТА №896)
- The Gardener XXIV: Do Not Keep to Yourself by Rabindranath Tagore
- When Gassy Thompson Struck It Rich by Vachel Lindsay
- Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling
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).
