I Remember, by Anne Sexton

 By the first of August

 the invisible beetles began

 to snore and the grass was

 as tough as hemp and was

 no color - no more than

 the sand was a color and

 we had worn our bare feet

 bare since the twentieth

 of June and there were times

 we forgot to wind up your

 alarm clock and some nights

 we took our gin warm and neat

 from old jelly glasses while

 the sun blew out of sight

 like a red picture hat and

 one day I tied my hair back

 with a ribbon and you said

 that I looked almost like

 a puritan lady and what

 I remember best is that

 the door to your room was

 the door to mine.

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