The Deed
Posted on October 19th, 2009 in Articles
by Lucille Bellucci
He told me a dream he had
the night before
Sentenced to execution,
he held me
and asked me the
fatal question:
Are you pleased
to have me
love you
more than
you love
me?
He said I nodded
while at his back
I slipped in
the knife.
But he only said,
Don’t worry–
it doesn’t hurt.
You are doing it
exactly
right
