"A woman who writes feels too much" •Anne Sexton•

Something black •

You smell like smoke
you taste like beer
you show me colors
I've never seen.

You make me speak
unusual words
you turn my way
where I don't know.

It's black or blue
it's not for me
to love and die
to love and leave

It's black I'm sure
the cat
the bird
the heart of stone
I have inside
inside of me.

Once de Julio de Dos Mil Diez

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