AnneSexton_Temp
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I've ripped the rose of petals and returned the Post-it to my monitor. No doubt Romeo will return to gaze upon the scene of his sad attempt.
10:14 AM Sep 4th
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I’ve drawn a red line through the anonymous message, adding beneath it in my own mad scratch: Man is a flower that should be burnt.
10:05 AM Sep 4th
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What poor dumb animal has chosen to love me now?
9:56 AM Sep 4th
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A Post-it note on my monitor--in an unfamiliar, careful script someone has written: Each word you utter is a flower.
9:49 AM Sep 4th
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Returned from lunch to find a single lavender rose on my desk. “Kill me, kill me,” it whispers.
9:46 AM Sep 4th
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We are all assigned candles that inch by inch number our days.
12:16 PM Aug 12th
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Like machines on an empty planet, they encircle ice cream and cake in the office kitchen.
12:14 PM Aug 12th
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Happy birthday. With mercy and sorrow, Anne”
7:57 AM Aug 12th
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“Dear Joe: Each century the trickeries of need bring us pain. The more I write, the more the silence seems to be eating away at me.
7:55 AM Aug 12th
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What shall I inscribe?
7:53 AM Aug 12th
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It is Joe from IT’s birthday. Here but seven days, a one-week bride with dead eyes, Jessica has taken it upon herself to circulate a card.
7:51 AM Aug 12th
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I understand why Jessica loves her precious baby pictures. She herself looks like a newborn--as ugly as an artichoke.
7:29 AM Aug 12th
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This holy concern for the truth—no one worries about it except liars. I'm not the only person who could have misplaced the file.
11:56 AM Aug 6th
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It appears that I signed for the package last week. The blame, I heard them say, is mine. They tattle like green witches in my head.
10:30 AM Aug 6th
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Bob is in a state of crisis over a missing FedEx shipment. All considerations for the document! He drowns in the worry festering inside him.
10:10 AM Aug 6th
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I'm getting so bored, this constantly updating spreadsheets and then, surprise! Somehow DECEASED keeps getting pasted over the word HOPE.
10:28 AM Aug 5th
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Back on data entry; Jessica is covering phones. Her voice is strange, all slithery like soap. There are no prayers here.
8:31 AM Aug 5th
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I was as heavy as a cemetery when I woke this morning. Only decaf in the office kitchen. Good morning life.
6:52 AM Aug 5th
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Images of babies: sweet blue babies, slim green ones, babies drawn out of the hollow water, ice babies, babies oozing out of flowers.
7:53 AM Aug 4th
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Above her desk, Jessica has hung a calendar that burns out my eyes.
7:51 AM Aug 4th
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- Name Anne Sexton
- Bio I am a temporary worker. I have eyes. These are my eyes.
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