Wednesday, October 29, 2008

sylvia plath at sixteen

so, we can sit
in a dim little bar or pub
or thing- whatever suits you
you can call it
we can sit there
and talk about reading
sylvia plath at sixteen
and how she made us feel
at sixteen
wringing our fists beneath the
table and smiling but
we are thinking about
the poppies
and the iron giant
and ovens
after that
i'll tell you about
what i do in the bathtub
and you will laugh for me
i'll send you a photo later
then you will continue to do that
graceful nod you do
just like i imagine your mother
does when she is listening
maybe the two of you will
do it together for me
nod while i tell
wild weird stories
about moralistically unsound
things that i do
you don't have good self-confidence
i am narcissistic
there is really no way
for me to explain how
really very pretty and
totally enthralling you are
without coming on to you
which would be bad
because i think
you would have been a wonderful
mother for me
if things could be
done all over again
let's do this every night
can we do this every night?
can it always be your birthday?
i will never run out of presents
i swear

13 comments:

ryan manning said...

there is a hamster on every page

karissa said...

i can't stop reading this

Eunuchsblues said...

this was good. thanks.

Stephen Daniel Lewis said...

good

Daniel Bailey said...

this feels different for you. i like it.

katherine said...

wow, i love this

DOGZPLOT said...

very nice

BlogSloth said...

I would have liked a Ted Hughes and/or hawk reference. But still I a little enjoyed.

Kendra Grant Malone said...

yo, the iron giant was written by ted hughes. but way to be smart buddy boy.

Katie said...

I like this poem, Kendra!

jillian said...

i really liked this

matthew said...

marry me

thetiniestspark said...

loved this three times over, and then again, making four total times of loving.