To Ms. Sexton

[kinky_vodka]

(free form poetry gymboree)
I feel like I know you, personally.
You are a tall and wispy brunette with a housewife's bob
if i am not mistaken.
Anne Sexton, you hot mental case from massachusettes.
Near the end, you were a free spirit and probably a hell of an interpretive dancer.
Being a house wife nearly killed you?
But being a poet finished you off.
At least you had your dignity, and your mental illness.

You were gonna be a model
and I was going to go to college
but now I am your slave,
You don't realize you are lucky
with an impact and a white picket fence
i just have your implications
above that whole "confessional poetry thing"
you said you were a story teller
but i like sylvia plath better.