Parading

I’ll / write a poem called Yellow and put

my lips down to drink it up, I’ll
my lips down to drink it up, I’ll
my lips down to drink it up, I’ll
feed myself spoonfuls of heat and
feed myself spoonfuls of heat and
everyone will be home playing with
everyone will be home playing with
their wings and the planet will
their wings and the planet will
shudder with all those smiles and —Anne Sexton
shudder with all those smiles and
—Anne Sexton

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