The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator

Was surfing through my usual quota of blogs when I chanced upon this telling poem by Anne Sexton over at India Uncut, called The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator. Just like Amit, I found these lines quite compelling.

The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Read the full poem here.