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I am Eighteen

October 11, 2009

I think it is time for poetry. It has been way too long.

Via ‘The Virago Book of Wicked Verse” (edited by Jilly Dawson)


I’m Eighteen
By Anonymous, Chinese folk
Translated by Cecilia Liang

I’m eighteen,
he’s nine.
At night
I carry him to the ivory bed.
He’s more son than man.
Damn the lousy matchmaker
who found me a husband
small as a nail.
In the middle of the night
he pisses on me.

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One Comment leave one →
  1. malupocha permalink
    October 12, 2009 5:23 pm

    this is a really funny poem..really annoying if your husband was indeed 9!

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