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Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton

Buying the Whore

You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.
 
You are a boat I have rented by the hour
and I steer you with my rage until you run aground.
 
You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
and I swallow the pieces down with my spit.
 
You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,
searing the flesh until it’s nice and juicy.
 
You stink like my Mama under your bra
and I vomit into your hand like a jackpot
its cold hard quarters.

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With Mercy for the Greedy

Concerning your letter in which yo… me to call a priest and in which y… me to wear The Cross that you enc… your own cross, your dog—bitten cross,
After Auschwitz

Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi
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I am in a crate, the crate that wa… full of white shirts and salad gre… the icebox knocking at our delecta… and I wore movies in my eyes, and you wore eggs in your tunnel,
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Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the wood…
The Doctor of the Heart

Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn’t butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to have more respect! you with the goo on the suction cu…
The Inventory of Goodbye

I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. I could wear them like a patchwork… I could stick them in the washer,…
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Hornet

A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get in the house any way he… and then he would bounce from wind…
More Than Myself

Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind,
Demon

A young man is afraid of his demon… over the demon’s mouth sometimes..… I mentioned my demon to a friend and the friend swam in oil and cam… greasy and cryptic
The Big Heart

Big heart, wide as a watermelon, but wise as birth, there is so much abundance in the people I have:
The Fury of Sunrises

Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger,
Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward

Child, the current of your breath… You lie, a small knuckle on my whi… lie, fisted like a snail, so small… at my breast. Your lips are animal… with love. At first hunger is not…
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