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  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
#AnneSexton