like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
*
my husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.
*
they are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,
upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,
a dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.
- extracts from "tulips" by sylvia plath
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