Four, is my number for you
Possibly counting
I do flirt much with you,
My baby, Sue.
I know I say that Plath is good
Plath's own even said to me,
"Be dead and happy, or live to die"

Serpents lurk, but would rue the day they left me
To sulk in my own function
or diss function, as the doctor calls it
Sweet Sue, why have you left me?
I love you dearly
I quiver in fear without your company
You are the only true friend that I have

And yet, you abandon me
After I tried being with you
Over and over
Again.
You are the permanent solution
Of my temporary problems.