My 12 Year Old Sister Wants To Watch Me Wank

time will come when, with elation,

greet yourself arriving at your door, in your own mirror and each will smile at
welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Make
heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved
for all your life, whom you ignored for another
, who knows you by heart.
From the shelf Take down the love letters,
photographs, the desperate notes, peel
from the mirror your image.
Sit down. E 'Feast on your life is on the table.

(Derek Walcott)

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Thursday February 28th! Sylvia Plath



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"At night I squatted in the cornucopia

your left ear, sheltered from the wind,

and count the stars red those describing plum.

The sun rises from under the column of your tongue.

My hours are married in the shade.

piùl'orecchio I do not tend to hear the scrape of a keel

nude on the stones of the landing. "