The Author of the Jesus Papers Speaks, par Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton

The Author of the Jesus Papers Speaks

In my dream

I milked a cow,

the terrible udder

like a great rubber lily

sweated in my fingers

and as I yanked,

waiting for the moon juice,

waiting for the white mother,

blood spurted from it

and covered me with shame.

Then God spoke to me and said:

People say only good things about Christmas.

If they want to say something bad,

they whisper.

So I went to the well and drew a baby

out of the hollow water.

Then God spoke to me and said:

Here. Take this gingerbread lady

and put her in your oven.

When the cow gives blood

and the Christ is born

we must all eat sacrifices.

We must all eat beautiful women.

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Anne Sexton

The Author of the Jesus Papers Speaks

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