where to?

Earth, earth, 

riding your merry-go-round...

All in all, I'd say, 

the world is strangling.

And I, in my bed each night, 

listen to my twenty shoes

converse about it.

And the moon, 

under its dark hood, 

falls out of the sky each night, 

with its hungry red mouth

to suck at my scars. 

Anne Sexton, As It Was Written