Found Poetry 846

12/10/21

holiday lines grow nearer
we race for plastic things
just stuff really
attracting dust and breaks
what a grinning wreck
is there anything we can make
that won't sit upon our necks

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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