2. Anne Sexton Pink

I wear bunny pink slippers in the hall.
Under the pink quilted covers
his face bloated and pink
with his fifth pink hand sewn onto his mouth.
Even in the pink crib
inventing curses for your sister's pink, pink ear?
The walls are permanent and pink.
The magnolias had sat once, each in a pink dress,
curling like pink tea cups
but not meaning pink, but blood and
the pink tongues and the teeth, those nails.

The East Village Poetry Web
David Trinidad