I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.
Anne SextonThief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.
Anne SextonThen all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours.
Anne Sexton