Three readings in one week. Don't recommend it. I didn't really enjoy these readings -- don't know why, except I feel I didn't read well.
Anyway, new poem inspired by... well, you'll get it.
Anne Sexton Nuzzles the Breasts of My Assistant
(after a photo by Arthur Furst)
You in your white dress, ankles crossed above the grass, beside the pool
your arm around my assistant, who holds my extra camera and squints
at the dark-headed creature
pressing her nose into the soft part of my assistant’s stomach
in the next shot things have gone a little further
my assistant pushes at your shoulder
your eyes tilt up and search her face
your eyes, blank as a made bed in an empty room
this photo is not for the book
later I will tell people about it and my assistant will sigh,
smooth her shirt and laugh
as if we were discussing something else
theres a rough part in the middle, can't seem to get it under control.