See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 9
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iii. Love is in the Air
She spoke in absolutes,
folded into pride
and painful truths.
I knew I was her exception.
The night before, she began to read—
in a room impossible to clean—
Collected Quotes by Anne Sexton,
while I smoked cigarettes
surrounded by dying plants
and drowning in reflection.
She wore the hellbent West on her sleeves,
the thwarted chase of manifest destiny.
Her tears ran in crooked streams down her blush,
the last bison running through bullets and brush.
I offered my hand; she winced at the touch.
Plath was consoled and wept on her shoulder.
A stampede of spirits inched closer
She wore chartreuse makeup while waiting for the train.
