Yes, Plath, my Plath,

I can't claim you as my Plath,
Not when I want to die
Nor when I want to live.

I don't even know how to
Do my words.
They flicker. I cannot touch them.

O what time did you go to bed?
You woke up so early
In the morning.
I think I know how and why.

That is what took my right
To call you
My
Plath.

Yes, Sylvia, my earth,

Let me be your moon.
You can't burn just like that.
My golden lotus,
You were among fierce flames

All the time.
I don't even know how to

Do my words.
They flicker.
I cannot touch them.