Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Sundays

Anne Sexton - The Fury Of Sundays

Moist, moist, br the heat leaking through the hinges, br sun baking the roof like a pie br and I and thou and she br eating, working, sweating, br droned up on the heat. br The sun as read as the cop car siren. br The sun as red as the algebra marks. br The sun as red as two electric eyeballs. br She wanting to take a bath in jello. br You and me sipping vodka and soda, br ice cubes melting like the Virgin Mary. br You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, br all this leprous day and then more vodka, br more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies, br the pond sucking out the throb. br Our bodies were trash. br We leave them on the shore. br I and thou and she br swim like minnows, br losing all our queens and kinds, br losing our hells and our tongues, br cool, cool, all day that Sunday in July br when we were young and did not look br into the abyss, br that God spot.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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