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.
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?


Comments about The Friend by Marge Piercy

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (6/12/2017 9:54:00 PM)


    Altruism will not be shown out, wherever selfishness doesn't exist. What matters is, how much of this or that. Nice writing. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Bernard Snyder (6/12/2017 4:13:00 PM)


    Interesting but I think the guy is abnormal. (Report) Reply

    Afrooz Jafarinoor Afrooz Jafarinoor (10/3/2017 2:36:00 PM)

    This comment made me laugh.. so cool.. hahaha

  • Anil Kumar Panda (6/12/2017 8:04:00 AM)


    This is what most of the males are like. Dominant and arrogant. Your annoyance is understandable. Nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Rafic Abdul (6/12/2017 5:51:00 AM)


    your poem got me in perceive mood
    wow, how sweet n loving
    good of you
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  • Robert Murray Smith (6/12/2017 2:19:00 AM)


    Some so-called friends are like that. Just bubbling cauldrons fn neuronic pulsations misfiring. (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (6/12/2017 1:15:00 AM)


    Intensity of exposing passion becomes sometime perverse, but no other way of making oneself other than animal while in love. Actually intensity is the degree of achieving nearness and that tends to cutting someones head off the body or the brain of someones head! .... Expression is unique. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (6/12/2017 12:41:00 AM)


    That is symptomatic of male chauvinism. Males want an upper hand in everything they do including love. They wouldn't like to be questioned. Thanks for a powerful comment against this lack of sensitivity. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/12/2017 12:38:00 AM)


    I love you, I said.
    That's very nice, he said
    I like to be loved,
    that makes me happy.


    The love of a true friend.... nice poem....
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  • (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

  • (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.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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