come fast, then slow.
a perfect read.
you lie back and listen,
the speaker turned up
on your little
phone.
you listen and imagine
these people, hardly
disguised
in the Bell Jar.
it's a beautiful book,
a painful book.
you know the end
before the end,
but it doesn't matter
doesn't ruin things.
you want it to go on,
for her life
to go on.
you want to read what
she would have written
if she hadn't
taken her own life.
but you are glad
for what she did leave,
glad that she was born.
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