Snorting Sylvia’s Ashes

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(Written for Sylvia Plath & Anne Sexton, the patron poet saints of female depression)

 

Inspiration came from the strangest source

I emptied her urn with utmost respect

And dwelt, like my patron, on sin and remorse

My life and I, by night’s end, were quite wrecked

 

I distilled a pint of Missus Sexton’s blood

And called it “Rat’s Star”. In annointed rhyme

Rigorous, I released from the Charles’  flood

To lament my division over time

 

Sadly, I will never ascend to either’s height

But I keep both of them close when I write

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