Once More

Once more,

Shoe meets foot

And glove meets hand

A comb reaches to the end of my hair

I write alongside Sylvia

Not against

For to transgress is to offend

and to offend is to rape

Raping yourself from love

Raping yourself from life

Raping yourself from feeling that cuts like knives

So I wrote alongside her and never did transgress

So our new meetings confirmed, would be

And our understandings would never be less...

Lessened by hate

Lessened by fear

By a grin that stretches ear to ear

So I wrote to Plath, knowing she'd understand

Pulling a comb through her hair

She puts on her shoes as I used to do

And wears her gloves like I used to too

She writes to herself for no peeking eyes,

So that some might read

And understand why