Cold, isn’t it? In the UK we’re all back to work today, and I imagine the situation is pretty similar where you are. Still, chin up, welcome back to Dirty Mondays. Anne Sexton knows how to keep warm…
The Ballad of a Lonely Masturbator
The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
Tonight, alone, I marry the bed.
Anne Sexton
If you’ve got a suggestion for Monday’s dirty poem, don’t hesitate to get in touch…
