• lies and smiles

    …What have I eaten?
    Lies and smiles.
    Surely the sky is not that color,
    Surely the grass should be rippling.

    All day, gluing my church of burnt matchsticks,
    I dream of someone else entirely.
    And he, for this subversion,
    Hurts me, he
    With his armor of fakery,

    His high cold masks of amnesia.
    How did I get here?
    Indeterminate criminal,
    I die with variety—
    Hung, starved, burned, hooked.

    I imagine him
    Impotent as distant thunder,
    In whose shadow I have eaten my ghost ration.
    I wish him dead or away.
    That, it seems, is the impossibility.

    That being free. What would the dark
    Do without fevers to eat?
    What would the light
    Do without eyes to knife, what would he
    Do, do, do without me?

    ~sylvia plath, excerpt from “the jailer”

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