2018 Day 29 – Other

They are always other,
The snake tongued, sideways glancing
Always, even when they come wearing
A heart on a blood-stained sleeve.
Ask yourself
Whose heart? Whose blood?
Even when they kneel in confession
To your priest-robed soul
To the smug, secret smile
And withhold absolution.
They are always other,
The bold, the self-contained ones
Even when they come wearing
Your face like a mask,
Their breath echoing your pulse.
Ask yourself
Why your pulse quickens.
They are always other
Even in mirrors.
Especially in mirrors.


Notes: The prompt was  to “write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way. ” I chose “The Other.” I hope Sylvia will forgive me…

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