Speaking of madness … manic me is under control thanks to Thorazine … except for one day in New York when I forgot to take it and went out and bought a four feet high stuffed DOG (for myself). He is very funny — looks great in bar at the Waldorf and the Sheraton in New York. In a bar he is a ball! Coming home he had his own seat on plane, strapped in just like the rest of us. Dog enjoyed his first flight, via Eastern Shuttle to Boston. Right now he is sitting in corner of room with his red tongue sticking out at me.
Anne Sexton, August 25 6:00 A.M.