Found Poetry 887

1/7/22

meat and potato juices
run the oval plate
on a Monday dinner
with seasalt circling
food like continents
hungry as the weather
no eye in this storm

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

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