Marge Piercy

(March 31, 1936 / Detroit, Michigan)

The Friend - Poem by Marge Piercy

We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
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Comments about The Friend by Marge Piercy

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 7:03:00 PM)

    Hmm....for some reason my first thought after reading this poem was, typical man! ! ! ! Sorry all you nice gentlemen out there! Lol. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie S. A. S. (1/17/2009 4:28:00 AM)

    Be wary of anyone whose imagination only goes so far as to use the word nice. Also anyone who thinks that hands are useless.

    Humming 'You've Got a Friend.' Thinking this is probably an older Marge Piercy poem, like that song. (Report) Reply








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