Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

Buying The Whore - Poem by Anne Sexton

You are the roast beef I have purchased
and I stuff you with my very own onion.

You are a boat I have rented by the hour
and I steer you with my rage until you run aground.

You are a glass that I have paid to shatter
and I swallow the pieces down with my spit.

You are the grate I warm my trembling hands on,
searing the flesh until it's nice and juicy.

You stink like my Mama under your bra
and I vomit into your hand like a jackpot
its cold hard quarters.


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  • Rookie - 191 Points Krishna Shivkumar Yadav (10/12/2014 11:29:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 11, 2010


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