It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.
Sylvia PlathDoing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.
Sylvia PlathIn this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia Plath