#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its l… I feel the November
Since you ask, most days I cannot… I walk in my clothing, unmarked by… Then the almost unnameable lust re… Even then I have nothing against… I know well the grass blades you m…
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…
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black—eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. You who have inhabited me
My dear, it was a moment to clutch at for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing is the act of love,… even in the telling, wherever it w…
Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each nig… eight at a time from sweet pharmac… I make arrangements for a pint—siz…
Kind Sir: This is an old game that we played when we were eight… Sometimes on The Island, in down… in late August, when the cold fog… off the ocean, the forest between…
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it comes out of chairs and tables
The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley o… It sucks the air and looks around for me.
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the infectious J… and a perhaps land, a possibly pro…
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our n… Our children tremble in their teen… whirling off on a thumb or a motor…
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the di… came back last night at midnight, arriving in the thick June night
Watch out for power, for its avalanche can bury you, snow, snow, snow, smothering your… Watch out for hate, it can open its mouth and you’ll f…
Ms. Sexton went out looking for t… She began looking in the sky —expecting a large white angel wit… No one. She looked next in all the learned…
Oh, love, why do we argue like thi… I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired of all the dead. They refuse to listen, so leave them alone.