by Anne Sexton
My mouth blooms like a cut.
I’ve been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!Before today my body was useless.
Now it’s tearing at its square corners.
It’s tearing old Mary’s garments…
What do you Hear? ...Nothing but the rain
"Then grab your gun and bring in the cat"
Brought to you by a slightly warped archeologist and artist.
Contact: ksweedop@gmail.com
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This is the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a really long time. Also, quite sexy.
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