(work in progress, maybe some content)

[heslopian]

The Furies Of Anne.

Beautiful Bones:
They rest with help, the fumes of carbon plumes
put my anguished self to sleep, read on the third; Should a comma go here rather than a semi-colon?
dead on the fourth. The irony of death The syntax here confused me a bit. I think a comma should go after "death."
smoke inhalation to the extreme.
Sing me a cigarette in stilettos.
Sing me a vodka with olive. Very Sexton. She liked listing metaphors. I see you've done your homework there.
Sing me a bed with Linda, divine Linda, Are you aware of the incident where Anne, unconsciously reliving repressed memories, started kissing (teenage) Linda in bed when they were napping together one day? If not then this line might be creating a subtext you didn't intend.
child of my fucking loins. Brilliant. Hearing Sexton swear was always shocking to me somehow. She only did it in her poems towards the end of her life.
Loin of my unhappy thrush, song-less
among the dying magnolia. Marvellous. Again, very Sexton.

Abandonment:
I know that much;
I know of a girl in a room
Locked away like a dangerous thought. Great.
I know that much;
no don’t touch me, I’m alone without hands,
unable to reach out, whom can I touch --
Myself?
I know that much; Good use of repetition. Another trademark of her work.
left in my naked reality
under a blanket of dark light
and isolation, a thorazine queen
barefoot and belt-less. Can "belt-less" be one word, or does it need a dash?
Will you feel me, my breasts,
my spine, a calf, the crease of me?
Feel them.
Bring me back.
Light me a cigarette.
Is anyone there, hello? Excellent. Reminds me of the last word "Mister?" from "Music Swims Back to Me."

I love how you published your research and didn't just plunge ahead with the poem. So far you have two very good pieces, which read as though they were written in Anne Sexton's hand from beyond the grave. You capture her style as though you'd studied it for years. The way she addresses the reader, the bitterness and the sarcasm expressed through free verse which took over from her old sedate, heavily structured forms. It's quite astounding.
So far I feel as though I've read a very good prologue to an epic poem. I eagerly await the next installments.