what
legacy
I
leave
they'll
remember
cafes
poems
long
brown
hair

awake
I
hear
Sexton's
voice
for
the
first
time
we
have
two
daughters
each

I'm
living
on
your
words
even
with
the
quietest
of
sounds
I
eat

the
sun
took
me
away
laid
me
down
in
the
grass
and
left
me
alone

I
am
the
tree
I
am
the
mountain
I
am
the
sea
I
am
the
breeze

the
light
in
the
sky
is
very
pretty
they
call
that
light
the
sun

isn't
this
so
exciting
kitty
we
get
to
take
a
nap
together

the
light
is
coming
through
the
windows
and
the
floors
are
clean
spring's
so
sprung

I
won't
die
I'll
live
'til
eternity
and
then
I'll
live
a
little
more

my
hand
on
your
cheek
when
you're
smiling
your
hair
your
eyes
in
my
life

sexton's
poems
girpped
my
heart
the
way
the
owl's
talons
did
grip
plath's

I
felt
giddy
coming
from
nowhere
like
something
great
would
soon
happen

and
while
they're
probably
homesick
she
wrote
they
won't
go
back
and
I
can't

I
waited
for
the
storm
for
days
I
could
stand
to
wait
awhile
more
all
right

it
was
that
hour
the
witching
one
where
the
sky's
darkest
just
before
the
light

they
said
a
storm
was
coming
I
sat
on
the
porch
and
waited
for
it

she
speaks
my
life
her
words
make
melancholy
my
sunshine
hides
from
you

writing
shitty
little
poems
in
the
sun
watching
the
kids
live
naked

the
heat
made
me
hot
my
skin
pink
my
throat
dry
I
began
to
sweat
some

I'd
love
to
get
lost
in
your
world
Lou
Ford
but
it'd
be
the
death
of
me

I
get
my
inspiration
from
inspiration
herself
oh
she's
a
lady

she
wrote
today
is
made
of
yesterday
and
that's
an
absolute
son

I
need
attention
that
sometimes
he
can't
give
me
I
hate
that
hole

I
love
peonies
ranunculus
but
I
bet
he
doesn't
know
it

I
was
feeling
high
my
thoughts
were
vague
the
air
chilly
I
sat
smoking

it
was
a
spring
day
that
felt
like
fall
so
I
played
the
Amy
Winehouse

the
sky's
expanding
always
in
my
dreams
I'm
staying
saying
goodbye

I
stood
back
from
the
people
away
from
the
crowd
I
wanted
nothing

when
he
died
he
was
so
cold
because
he'd
been
in
a
refrigerator

he
had
plans
he
had
a
couple
things
to
do
but
before
that
he
died

she
wished
on
birthday
candles
and
shooting
stars
and
dandelion
seeds

tell
me
which
are
you
the
moon
when
it's
waxing
or
the
moon
when
it's
waning

the
rose
comes
every
spring
it
follows
me
through
autumm
winter
it
sleeps

the 

roses 

stood 

tall 

and 

soft 

against 

what 

some 

would 

call 

a 

leaden 

sky 

I
imagined
the
sun
behind
him
cutoffs
no
shirt
on
a
lawn
chair

now
that
I've
seen
the
bush
tit's
nest
I
see
the
tree
sway
in
a
different
way

the
tall
woman
had
orange
hair
not
red
long
straight
very
very
orange
hair

losing
faith
is
slow
and
painful
she
said
it
was
true
because
I
knew