"I am a collection of dismantled almosts."
— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters (Houghton Mifflin, 1977)
"My mouth blooms like a cut.
I’ve been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!"
— Anne Sexton, “The Kiss,” from Love Poems