Meanwhile in my head, I'm undergoing open-heart surgery. - Anne Sexton.
438"I lust for your smile, spread open like an old flower, and your eyes, blue moons, and your chin, ever stubborn, and what can I do with this memory? Shake the bones out of it? Defoliate the smile? Stub out the chin with cigarettes? Take your face and squeeze my foot into it when all the while my heart is making a museum? And I don’t know, don’t know, if we belong together or apart, except that my soul lingers over the skin of you." - Anne Sexton, Waking Alone