more pages
of the Sylvia Plath biography to go.
thank God she
only lived for
thirty years
and not sixty.
the author would of had
to make volumes one, two and three.
at last, she's out of college,
five hundred pages in
and in England.
whew.
i read the next ten pages to discover
what she had
for breakfast, eggs, waffles
and bacon, coffee
and orange juice, and what
dress she was going to wear
that day.
she has a headache now
and is lying down
on a bedspread her mother sent
her because the heating
in England was sort of lame.
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