Hurry Up Please It’s Time (Anne Sexton Poems)
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
a prayerO Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary ...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am ...
Anna who was mad,I have a knife in my armpit.When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.Am I some ...
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley of the shadow It sucks ...
In the dream the swastika is neon and flashes like a strobe light into my eyes, all colors, all vibrations ...
I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we thought so special, that blazed between us, over and ...
Anna who was mad, I have a knife in my armpit. When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages. ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black ...
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