Sylvia Plath Is a Dangerous Woman

SYLVIA PLATH IS A DANGEROUS WOMAN here she is: the true resurrection, the big reveal of the woman, the poet who charges for a word, a touch, a speck of blood. after all, she has come back three times to his one. unlike the christ man she charges yet again for the seeing of her scars, the hearing of her heart. she says it really goes and who are we to doubt the poet who rises up in broad daylight like a miracle. every decade she does it again, the big strip tease, claiming always to be the same identical woman. i listen to her shriek and weep, as she wiggles into death as though it truly is an art. she truly is a dangerous woman, unwrapped hand and foot, flesh and bone, she turns and burns and eats men like air. (Poem based on Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath) Copyrighted Jim Brewer April 11, 2011