Stella

where does one begin to write about you you told me that your heart is in a pretty bad shape that it is heavy with hate with loneliness and vengeance you say that “Plath” of “Ariel” is your idol and my concern is that she killed herself tell me Stella where does one begin to write about you when your mind carries such heavy memories, of violence, of fists on your little face and the ripping off of your underwear tell me Stella where does one begin telling your story without words exploding like bombs and without an ocean of anger roaring inside tell me Stella where does begin to end it all for you when you say opening your thighs is now the only thing that gives you peace –