Surrender
by Bunkong Tuon
 
I am finished, my love.
You can cut me, chop me,
Turn me over, flip me inside out,
Mold me into the image of your whims!
Or, rather, I can cut myself
with a machete, like a man,
ought to do for his lady.
 
I will cut my hair, wear a suit
and tie, go out and bring home the bacon.
I will utter lies, hide my fears
of refined culture from your educated friends.
Yes, darling, for you, I even burn the dirty books
I made love to during lonely evenings
Conversing with the deranged Celine.
 
It is all for you.
I am finished, and you have won.
It is all up to you from now on.  

 


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