[ Classic Corner ] Damn You, Plath

   
I admit to it---    
falling in Love with you 
my Sister in Confessional Poetry    
    
( despite being married to Mister Sexton;    
indeferent of sexual orientation )    
     
for you hath stolen my heart    
with your dark art of perusing    
Death's panties for its clit's Mistress---    
be it Dolores, Jane, Sally - any woman    
one could meet on the street    
innumerable in the talley    
 
I'm tired, I'm beat    
from fighting, no longer reeling      
from overwhelming fits---  
my vulva in a volta, feeling  
Tom-boyed, Dick-ed, and Harri-ed  
by you, dear Sylvia