Musing on Anne

I sometimes wonder

that if she had bled

her demons

for a little longer

than they bled her

perhaps that idling car

may have come fitted

with GPS

and instead

of becoming stranded

at the crossroads

of Alcoholic Avenue

and Prescription Place

misguided

by a street map

of misdirection

maybe

just maybe

she would have found

her way

to Mercy Street

where salvation

may have been found

on the asphalt

paved with poems.

Author's Note

Sexton, that is.