#touch poem

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Touch Poem #5 by Yoko Ono ca. 1960

Ausstellung über Yoko Ono in K20 Düsseldorf 9.03.2025

[disease]

“TOUCH POEM: V” YOKO ONO 小野 洋子 // 1960s [hair, ink on paper | 9 4/5 × 13 2/5″]

Feel the wall. Examine its temperature and moisture. Take notes about many different walls. // 1963 autumn

[imalittlebumblebee]

Touch

- Talks about SA

Never shall I forget.

The way he touched me.

I still feel it in my soul.

He tapped me and I was inviting. 

He asked if I was okay.

But he tapped me again.

He touched my thigh.

I froze, I didn't know what to do.

His hand slowly rose up.

Then he let go.

I still feel his touch on my leg

He touched my shoulder.

It could've been an accident.

But he lingered too long.

I want it to have been an accident.

He walked with me home.

My heart was pounding. 

I wanted to get home and cry.

Why would I freeze up? 

I wanted to fight.

He tapped me on the bus. 

I've felt his touch almost everyday. 

I can feel it in my soul.

Never shall I forget. 

[performativerelics]

Yoko Ono - Touch Poem #5 (c. 1960)