Depression is boring I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.
Anne Sexton
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God went out of me
as if the sea dried up like sandpaper as if the sun
became a latrine.
God went out of my fingers.
They became stone.
My body became a side of mutton
and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
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What is reality?
I am a plaster doll; I pose
with eyes that cut open without landfall or nightfall
upon some shellacked and grinning person,
eyes that open, blue, steel, and close.
Am I approximately an I. Magnin transplant?
- Anne Sexton