Ode To Sylvia Plath (for M.M.)

"Her blacks cackle and drag..."

Head in the oven,

did you hesitate for a second,

wondering if that 

was all you had to say?

Or, had you said: "enough already!"

the mind too much to

handle anymore, 

the life too demonized

to be redeemed?

Your words get through 

to the rest of us,

don't worry anymore...

you did your job,

your thankless job,

for those of us for whom

it's hard to feel anything.