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April 28, 2005
The Kiss.........................by Anne Sexton
MY mouth blooms like a cut
I've been wronged all year, tedious
Nights, nothin 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 garment off, knot by knot
And see--Now it's shot full of electric bolts.
Zing, A resurrection!
Once it was a boat, quite wooden
And with no business, no salt water under it
And in need of some paint. It was no more
Than a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She's been elected.
My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
Musical instruments, where there was silence
The drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.
Pure genius at work. darling, the composer has stepped
Into fire.
Posted by Idinraha at April 28, 2005 11:51 AM