COLLAPSING GEOMETRIES (Click link for poem) “Sleepmonger, deathmonger, with capsules in my palms each night, eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles.” — Anne Sexton, “The Addict” Poetry Unpacked:  On Addiction  Anne Sexton’s phrasing – Sleepmonger – Deathmonger: her words feel like blood on my tongue. There is no romance in them, and no metaphor…