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anne sexton - you, doctor martin lyrics

you, doctor martin, walk
from breakfast to madness. late august
i speed through the antiseptic tunnel
where the moving dead still talk
of pushing their bones against the thrust
of cure. and i am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk

of death. we stand in broken
lines and wait while they unlock
the doors and count us at the frozen gates
of dinner. the shibboleth is spoken
and we move to gravy in our smock
of smiles. we chew in rows, our plates
scratch and whine like chalk

in school. there are no knives
for cutting your throat. i make
moccasins all morning. at first my hands
kept empty, unraveled for the lives
they used to work. now i learn to take
them back, each angry finger that demands
i mend what another will break

tomorrow. of course, i love you;
you lean above the plastic sky
god of our block, prince of all the foxes
the breaking crowns are new
that jack wore
your third eye
moves among us and lights the separate boxes
where we sleep or cry
what large children we are
here. all over i grow most tall
in the best ward. your business is people
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest. out in the hall
the intercom pages you. you twist in the pull
of the foxy children who fall

like floods of life in frost
and we are magic talking to itself
noisy and alone. i am queen of all my sins
forgotten. am i still lost?
once i was beautiful. now i am myself
counting this row and that row of moccasins
waiting on the silent shelf

- anne sexton lyrics

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