Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes…

i’ve never actually read their words
but i did read a story by a woman
who read a book written about Plath
and Hughes, by a woman who knew
things about them, Plath and Hughes

i thought of this, as i thought
that maybe your poem was an echo
and like a fantasy i’ve dreamed of
we’re engaged in a call-and-response,
even if i just imagined it

but don’t kill my mood
if it’s not the truth, just let me
have this moment for a minute,
where i’m a princess and you shout
up to my tower. i let my hair down