Wednesday, June 13, 2007

"4 Months"

Now I am alone with the dead,
flying off bridges,
hurling myself like a beer can into the wastebasket.
I am flying like a single red rose,
leaving a jet stream
of solitude
and yet I feel nothing,
though I fly and hurl,
my insides are empty
and my face is as blank as a wall.

- Anne Sexton

Posted by June and Norma at 7:47 PM |