The first and last time I met <br />my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at <br />a protest poetry reading against <br />some anti-constitutional war in Asia <br />when some academic son of a bitch, <br />to test her reputation as a drunk, <br />gave her a beer glass full of wine <br />after our reading. She drank <br />it all down while staring me <br />full in the face and then said <br />"I don't care what you think, <br />you know," as if I was <br />her ex-what, husband, lover, <br />what? And just as I <br />was just about to say I <br />loved her, I was, what, <br />was, interrupted by my beautiful enemy <br />Galway Kinnell, who said to her <br />"Just as I was told, your eyes, <br />you have one blue, one green" <br />and there they were, the two <br />beautiful poets, staring at <br />each others' beautiful eyes <br />as I drank the lees of her wine.<br /><br />Alan Dugan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drunken-memories-of-anne-sexton/
