Anne Sexton: I know your kind
of woman, your prescriptive poetry
a ward deemed Pulitzer....unworthily I
nursed on it, and
its straitjacket virtue
black...beauty does that...to its own
unless I regress, I would not
claim content to your words...a woman
subject: to a following of wanton depressed....
a voice that served (you)
a blessing, but
refused to save you otherwise; logic
weighted too heavy a task..over therapy shocked
blind...(can you see now?)
Anne, little of you
can escape me, for I know Her Kind of woman
she nursed me...motherless, she nursed me
far to long and long ago to value
any form of padding or sheltered island
remedied as
painless.... I too have "done my hitch...
out of mind"
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010
for my mother who died Dec 12th, 2001....never having lived, she also had black hair. Referencing Anne Sexton's: "Her Kind" ...bkm
