poem | when you sit with sylvia plath at lunch

and when sylvia plathsits with you at lunchhave you found yourselfor lost the world?(probably both)pages crinkle in placeof conversation scrapsand words bloom into poem drafts,it's not so quietin the library:dew drops form in frontal crevicesso much to understandexcept what you want to knownow it is timeless but the bell rings and off you go(don't get … Continue reading poem | when you sit with sylvia plath at lunch