With Apologies To Anne Sexton
Sep 3, 2018 · 3 min read

But you aren’t Sylvia, sleeping under a staircase,
she said, and he wasn’t Ted Hughes.
Her mouth was kiss-kiss. She glossed her lips.
So how about it, do you want to go, she said.
I can’t even think about boys,
I said, and nibbled my dry lips.

