<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat across the table. <br>he said, cut off your hands. <br>they are always poking at things. <br>they might touch me. <br>I said yes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Food grew cold on the table. <br>he said, burn your body. <br>it is not clean and smells like sex. <br>it rubs my mind sore. <br>I said yes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love you, I said. <br>That's very nice, he said <br>I like to be loved, <br>that makes me happy. <br>Have you cut off your hands yet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marge+Piercy">Marge Piercy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452615" data-title="The Friend de Marge Piercy" data-description="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 s..."></div> </div> </div>

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