Sylvia, best read
in the bath, osmosis
like water she will sink into
your skin,

her madness greets Io
greets Dido,
meets Medea -
I'll write her into my
Tragic Greek Play.

her sorrows made manageable
by distance

rather, we'll talk of elision,
(as one Sylvia, slides into
the next Plath,
the vowels vanish
the vowels vanish
(her bowels)...

tarnish.)

I would feel better, dear,
if you hadn't, you know,
tried to eat yourself
tried to feed yourself

to your children,
the gods, well,
they don't usually love
human sacrifice

and let's face it..
you were no

iphigenia.