Anne Sexton is someone I didn’t read for years. I wasn’t certain I wanted to become deeply acquainted with a poet who committed suicide (I haven’t read much Plath either). However, I picked up The Complete Poems in a bookstore and meandered through. I chanced upon her poem titled “Food” and was riveted. I bought the book on the spot. Her poems are difficult, (sometimes uncomfortably) confessional, and essential.