you read about Ted and Sylvia.
her affairs,
his.
him making love
to one of his many adoring
fans
while she died,
her head in an oven,
finally succeeding
to snuff the light
that burned
within her.
does it mean
their poetry is bad.
hardly.
they were just one of us,
but with golden
words to bare witness
to their pain.
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