The Kiss
My mouth blooms like a cut.
I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybabycrybaby , you fool !
Before today my body was useless.
Now it's tearing at its square corners.
It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knotand see — Now it's shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing!
A resurrection!
Once it was a boat, quite woodenand with no business, no salt water under itand in need of some paint.
It was no morethan a group of boards.
But you hoisted her, rigged her.
She's been elected.
My nerves are turned on.
I hear them likemusical instruments.
Where there was silencethe drums, the strings are incurably playing.
You did this.
Pure genius at work.
Darling, the composer has steppedinto fire.
Anne Sexton
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