Doors, Doors, Doors - Section 3

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Doors, Doors, Doors - Section 3

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Dear love, as simple as some distant evil We walk a little drunk up these three flughts Where you tacked a Dufy print above your army cot The thin apartment doors on the way up will Not tell us. We are saying, we have our rights And let them see the sandwiches and wine we bought For we do not explain my husband's insane abuse And we do not say why your wild-haired wife has fled Or that my father opened like a walnut and then was dead Your palms fold over mе like knees. Love is the only usе Both a little drunk in the afternoon With the forgotten smart of August on our skin We hold hands as if we were still children who trudge Up the wooden tower, on up past that close platoon Of doors, past the dear old man who always asks us in And the one who sews like a wasp and will not budge Climbing the dark halls, I ignore their papers and pails The twelve coats of rubbish of someone else's dim life Tell them need is an excuse for love. Tell them need prevails Tell them I remake and smooth your bed and am your wife

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  • Anne Sexton