my sister once said
she never wanted to know
what robert frost looked like
never wanted to put
a face to fragmentary blue
but if someday you trip
into the last few pages of a book
only to find
a likeness you never meant to see—
then you will know
my heart by its shards.

today for the first time
i saw sylvia plath
smiling
and the worst part is
i couldn’t decide
whether she was beautiful.