On a Photo of Anne Sexton
Mod print
sleeveless dress,
elbows angling
bracelets bangling
cigarette dangling
pipe-cleaner leg
twined
round
and round
the other,
like a whooping crane--
as if
your laughing skeleton
will soon
flap its way
out of
that
brown
earth-bound chair
sometimes
I lay my head
on your naked,
bone-caged
heart
and listen to the marrow
run wild
(Originally appeared in Inklings: Threads of Truth from Art & Story)
