Anne Sexton - 1974

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'60s housewife, ex model,
so self-importantly modest
                     you sound,
Miss admittedly Scorpio,
whose self was a belonging 
like a Lady's Purse, 19-
60s, -- too intimate to 
                     consider
owned.

Ditch is a rhyme a New
                     England
girl grows clearly into.
Carpentering a casket for
                           lust
as though to enjoy would be
to delight a safely lit
elevator, shared with one or any
stockholder's wife
                     character.

Touch is a prison of cells,
like me.
And miss the point.
Mr. Natural fancied the soles
in his shoes more
                 than a soul-
fish hung -- but the tendencies 
of this human condition.

Et cetera is my Dream.
Freud called it hysteria;
I wanta die, today.
I didn't know you could be another.



        







I was going to piss on the flowers, then I
remembered flowers, like numbers, and was happy,
a little while