Sylvia Plath

The Festering Weight :
 
I know you deceived me with the bald-headed lady


My true kin;


My mother renounced


Your swollen giblets in my name.


See? I bleed tulips.


It’s happened twice before; I seed the earth


With children, little miracles.


I give them their inheritance – a


  Carriage full of baby dung


Flung


Down the coal hole


To remind me of you.


Pearly maggots suck my lip


Bee-like, to


Scent the failure that clings to me:


Heredity.


This enemy’s face is shifting cleverly;


First male, then jew, then


blurred and unfamiliar genitalia


like narcissi.


I reserve the right to reject


This choiceless life;


My body’s scarred with


Your refusals.


The blackbird sings out


Blackly.

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