11/28/2017
"I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move."
the thoughtfox

The sun set on us
there was nothing I could do.

We talk of
Ted Hughes and the thought-fox.
you say I will be a good anthropologist

i don't want to travel if it's without you,
I learn this:
Plath bit Hughes when they met

for some reason, I thought it was relevant  to us.
it is the last time we meet.

You are reminded that I disgust you
and say it has to end.
Earlier you said

"I feel like I am your Ted Hughes."
and I reply:
"He killed his wife."