May
A woman who writes feels
too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough;
as if mourners and gossips and
vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
--from THE BLACK ART
by Anne Sexton
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