For Sylvia Plath
A saw that another poet
committed suicide today;
it's getting to be a rite of passage,
like an actor's first DUI.
I imagine a friend calling the New York Times:
"If the poetess were to kill herself,
would it merit a story?
No?
Emily!
Shave your legs and get back to work;
maybe next year."
Anonymous
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