April 18 by Sylvia Plath
the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull
and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation
I would not remember you
or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these
and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops
a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight
This poem was selected by Sue M. (Reader’s Services)
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Qute an interesting verse….with lines like ” explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation I would not remember you” that would cut any ego to its knees…well presented.