Status Updates From Selected Poems of Anne Sexton

"I have come back
but disorder is not what it was.
I have lost the trick of it!
The innocence of it!
(...)
I have come back,
recommitted,
fastened to the wall like a bathroom plunger,
held like a prisoner
who was so poor
he fell in love with jail."

darling, bring with this an hour of undulations, for this is the music for which I was born

the story of his life
is the story of mine
I have one glass eye
my nerves push against its panted surface
but the other one
waiting for judgement
continues to see…

“ugly angels spoke to me. The blame, I heard them say, was mine. They tatted— like green witches in my head, letting doom leak like a broken faucet”