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You All Know the Story of the Other Woman

 It's a little Walden.  She is private in her breathbed  as his body takes off and flies,  flies straight as an arrow.  But it's a bad translation.  Daylight is nobody's friend.  God comes in like a landlord  and flashes on his brassy lamp.  Now she is just so-so.  He puts his bones back on,  turning the clock back an hour.  She knows flesh, that skin balloon,  the unbound limbs, the boards,  the roof, the removable roof.  She is his selection, part time. <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman'; line-height: 20px;"> You know the story too! Look, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman'; line-height: 20px;"> when it is over he places her, <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman'; line-height: 20px;"> like a phone, back on the hook.

<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman'; line-height: 20px;">Anne Sexton

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