Found Poetry 876

1/4/22

is there always a secret in an attic?
hidden under the pink and grey cotton
between the bent wood and the drywall
the forehead of the house
find the nest of pliant wires
dust covered in the crawl space where the roof lowers
the veil in the buggy corner hides a face
over there on the seat of the broken chair
it sits
in the webbed crack of brick
where nothing else can fit

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

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