in her eyes.
the tips of her hair.
her fingers.
her lips her body.
every thing is connected.
she's alive
with things you don't
understand.
but you're getting
there. she wants to
take you there.
she's been to bedlam
and back.
she's ann sexton
in a white dress,
drinking a dirty martini
one finger, held
high.
she's alive.
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