Emagi Plaths Tulips
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips) 1:1, 6:1 & 5:2
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Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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