be the bell jar tonight
a working girl at a publisher
while unsatisfied she ponders the stereotypes
motherhood
writing a novel, but lacks life-experience
Becoming the bottom of the jar
the sticky part
that never pours out
she never sleeps
she becomes the stickiness
of life
tries
to  drown in the honey at the bottom
the residue
except the chance she
may conceive
more than a poem a novel
idea
and so the equality never
comes