If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
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 PlathI hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
Sylvia Plath