I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes… They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like na heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden…
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I stand in the ring
in the dead city
and tie on the red shoes…
They are not mine.
They are my mother’s.
Her mother’s before.
Handed down like na heirloom
but hidden like shameful letters.
The house and the street where they belong
are hidden and all the women, too,
are hidden…
Anne Sexton
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