You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going - Anne Sexton

"Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself... ("You, Doctor Martin")"

Earth, earth
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots
thickening the oceans like gravy,
festering in your caves,
you are becoming a latrine.

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children. [...] I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.