Stay on your path Sylvia Plath
don´t fall away like all the others

Don´t take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about

lovers and -

The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Amy and -
And brother
And all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies
that they uttered

Leave me in peace, I cry
In the middle of the night
On a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason

Tiny drops of perspiration dot my forehead
could be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season

But alas this is a real life - and it´s been a real fight just to

stop my mind from committing treason
Why you ask?
Because she told the townspeople I was crazy, and the lies, they
started to believe them

But anyways - that´s all over now

I´ve moved on, gone scorched earth
And now I´m left wondering where to go from here
To Sonoma where the fires have just left?
South Dakota?

Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great
American homecoming I never had?

Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place

of the warm embrace I´ve never got

[Stanzza 11]
Or should I just be here now
Bare feet on linoleum
Slicing vegetables onto water that I will later turn
into stew

[Stanzza 12]
People love my stories
People love visions