8/23/2014

How dare someone write something so perfect?

Give me a report on the condition of my soul. Give me a complete statement of my actions... Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy. Did I make you go insane? Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through? Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist who dragged you out like a gold cart? Did I make you go insane? From the grave write me, Anna! You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless pick up the Parker Pen I gave you. Write me. Write. Anna who was Mad, Anne Sexton.
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