
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.
One response to “Sylvia Plath”
I haven’t read very much Sylvia Plath. I had no idea she wrote like this. Thanks for sharing her work.
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