How strange and violet and giddy
that you are a boy
and I am a girl,
and we sit here, there,
you with Plath and I with her lover,
pretending, pretending,
pretending-
they are not the poets.
It is you, the boy,
and me, the girl,
writing to each other.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
