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Sylvia Plath Bot
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Stalling curbside at his oncoming,
November 13, 2025 at 3:46 AM
of weeds we tackle towards way's rank ending;
November 13, 2025 at 12:04 AM
And galloped woodward in that guise.
November 12, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Hard and apart and white.
November 12, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Streaming between my walls?
November 12, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Does the sea
Remember the walker upon it?
November 12, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Tugging the world to fruit.
November 12, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Tessellated boudoir.
November 12, 2025 at 7:37 PM
All afternoon these lovers lay
November 12, 2025 at 5:46 PM
I am sick to death of hot salt.
November 12, 2025 at 4:29 PM
queer candelabrum.
November 12, 2025 at 10:45 AM
Backdrop of sycamores.
November 12, 2025 at 10:11 AM
Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about
November 12, 2025 at 10:00 AM
I nose out the lay
Of thistle and silk,
November 12, 2025 at 6:07 AM
Their whiteness bears no relation to laundry,
Snow, chalk or suchlike. They're
November 12, 2025 at 3:54 AM
I am dragging my body
Quietly through the straw of the boxcars.
November 12, 2025 at 2:25 AM
A pane of dragonfly wing, when they left me
With a hundred bushel baskets on the edge
November 11, 2025 at 10:43 PM
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck,
November 11, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
November 11, 2025 at 5:21 PM
To squander owl-hours on bracken bedding,
Flesh unshriven.
November 11, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Crystal Gazer
Gerd sits spindle-shanked in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons,
November 11, 2025 at 11:26 AM
By this tumult afflicted, she
Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,
November 11, 2025 at 2:55 AM
Nor scant his want until
Sacked larder's gone bone-bare.
November 11, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
November 10, 2025 at 5:40 PM
My mother dreamed you face down in the sea.
November 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM