45 Mercy Street (Anne Sexton)

45 Mercy Street by Anne Sexton

Depression. She's searching for the crystal-clear Mercy Street (is almost groan worthy, but  based on the originality of the rest of her words, it simply seems clarion, instead of cliche).

It's a trip of a poem. Mildly confusing, entrapping and in the end you get fish in your purse. Life is funny in that way, no?

Favorite line: "and this is no dream / just my oily life / where the people are alibis / and the street is unfindable for an / entire lifetime"