under pleasure
vol. 06 NETTO 10 g CREAM
Twice I have so simply declared myself, have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy, have taken on his craft, his magic.
In this way, heavy and thoughtful, warmer than oil or water, I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.
I did not think of my body at needle point. Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone. Suicides have already betrayed the body.
Still-born, they don't always die, but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet that even children would look on and smile.
To thrust all that life under your tongue!-- that, all by itself, becomes a passion. Death's a sad Bone; bruised, you'd say,
and yet she waits for me, year after year, to so delicately undo an old wound, to empty my breath from its bad prison.
- wanting to die-
From The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton, all photos in this zine are taken by mobile camera [email protected]