THE TOUCH
Anne Sexton

For months my hand had been sealed off
in a tin box. Nothing was there but subway railings.Perhaps it is bruised, I thought ( Read more... )

the summer is fading along with my freckles. they run and hide when the cold creeps up ( Read more... )

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some people are just so beautiful ( Read more... )

nothing can ruin my good mood lately, throughought the last few weeks. even these days of sitting at home all alone doing nothing and seeing no one, (which thankfully have finally come to an end as my friends are coming back from camp and israel and vacations ( Read more... )

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it's too hot.

the house is alive with sounds and voices and somewhere lamps are on, invading my room with their unwelcome light. on any other night it would be darkdarkdark and i could see the big dipper from my bedroom window, but tonight the sky is light and faintly purple againt the black trees and the silhouettes of power lines.

i cant sleep.

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