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[annesexton]

Kayo's out of town for the week. Who's up for a party? Break out your cocktail dresses and your smoking jackets; I'll be there with bells on, so to speak.

Love,
Anne
(that's Mrs. Sexton to you)

Comments

[choirgirlpixie]

Oh dear Mrs. Sexton.... I will be there, if you shall only have me.

[anonymous]

Jesus Christ Anne, I thought you said it was just supposed to be us? Cold ugly bitch.

Maybe I'll get lucky and you'll kill yourself like all Elizabeth's tend to do.

Kisses,

Sharon

PS: I lost my password. Goddamn technology. Maybe I'll write a poem about how it reminds me of my kids having sex.
PPS: If there are not seats left, your lap is fine for me.

[annesexton]

Oh, Sharon, losing your password like the underpants you leave on the floor of your latest man-toy every weekend as some kind of morbid token of your approval. You always were a careless one. And if you, "Sharon," continue to post anonymously here, I may have to assume that you are not at all "Sharon Olds," but one of the droves of crazed fans who stalk me at all hours of the day and night.

New rule: No whiners at my party. I'm locking the door. You can crawl in through the dog flap if you wish ... in fact, I think it suits you.

Ta.
AGHS
hotter than thou, Esq. times 100

[robert_lowell]

Do I have to wear a cocktail dress? Again?

[anne_bradstreet]

Mrs. Sexton, I want you to know that I've read your poetry and it's absolute filth. I hope you realize you're going to burn in hell for an eternity.

I must say, though, you're not going to hell as immediately as