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Dear Anne Sexton

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Dear Anne Sexton - Vanessa Daou Lyrics




My dearest Anne,

I am living by a lake

with a young man

I met one week after you died.



His beard is red,

his eyes flicker like cat’s eyes,

& the amazing plum of his tongue

sweetens my brain.

He is like nobody

since I love him.

His cock sinks deep

in my heart.



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I have owed you a letter

for months.



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I wanted to chide

the manner of your death

the way I might have once

revised your poem.

You are like nobody

since I love you,

& you are gone.



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Can you believe

your death gave birth to me?

Live or die,

you said insistently.

You chose the second

& the first chose me.

I mourned you

& I found him

in one week.



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Is love the sugar-coated poison

that gets us in the end?

We spoke of men

as often as of poems.

We tried to legislate away

the need for love –

that backseat fuck

& death caressing you.



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Why did you do it

in your mother’s coat?

(I know

but also know

I have to ask.)

Our mothers get us hooked,

then leave us cold,

all full-grown orphans

hungering after love.



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You loved a man who sopoe

“like greeting cards.”

“He fucks me well

but I can’t talk to him.”

We shared that awful need

to talk in bed.

Love wasn’t love

if we could only speak

in tongues.



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& the intensity of unlove

increased

until the motor, the running motor

could no longer power

the driver,

& you, with miles to go,

would rather sleep.



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Between the pills, the suicide pills

& our giggly vodkas in the Algonquin…

Between your round granny glasses

& your eyes blue as glaciers…

Between your stark mother-hunger

& your mother courage,

you knew there was only one poem

we all were writing.



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No competition.

“The poem belongs to everyone

& God.”

I jumped out of your car

suicide car

& into his arms.



Your death was mine

I ate it

& returned.



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Now I sit by a lake

writing to you.

I love a man

who makes my finger ache.

I type to you

off somewhere in the clouds.

I tap the table

like a spiritualist.



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Sex is a part of death;

that much I know.

You voice was earth,

your eyes were glacier-blue.

Your slender torso

& long-stemmed American legs

drape across

this huge blue western sky.



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I wan to tell you “Wait,

don’t do it yet.”

Love is the poison, Anne,

but love eats death.


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