Dec 2017
Cold coffee
spilled jam
blackberry
punched stains
on white
skin
wash away
the sweet
sweat
and clean
the bed
sheets
I want
more than
you
hope calls
one ring
echoes
between us
I reach
you
leave instead
“I am
alone.”
On the
other end
nothing
which might
be better
when
nothing means
exactly the
same
when he’s
here or
not.
Breaking silence
a sigh
“Oh,
my Dear
what a
waste.”
spilled jam
blackberry
punched stains
on white
skin
wash away
the sweet
sweat
and clean
the bed
sheets
I want
more than
you
hope calls
one ring
echoes
between us
I reach
you
leave instead
“I am
alone.”
On the
other end
nothing
which might
be better
when
nothing means
exactly the
same
when he’s
here or
not.
Breaking silence
a sigh
“Oh,
my Dear
what a
waste.”
This is part of collection for a senior portfolio project at CU Denver
Project is intended to represent the stylistic distinctions of great American poets through the imitation of their poetics and/or their subject matter
Another Plath imitation, "My Mother Called to Say," is another poem reflecting the anxieties of being female dependent on only being "whole," and created through a man's desire.
Project is intended to represent the stylistic distinctions of great American poets through the imitation of their poetics and/or their subject matter
Another Plath imitation, "My Mother Called to Say," is another poem reflecting the anxieties of being female dependent on only being "whole," and created through a man's desire.
