In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’
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"You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature."
unknown / Mitski Cop Car / Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams / Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light / Margaret Atwood / Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who / Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel "The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton" / @/thymoss (tumblr) / unknown
i. unknown [ "I tip my head like a dog at the window. The outside world is so interesting, and I am not a part of it; I'm just witnessing." ]
ii. Mitski Cop Car [ "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog / I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog ]
iii. Catherynne M. Valente The Bread We Eat in Dreams [ "I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair. ]
iv. Jonny Bolduc Harsh Light [ medical diagram of a dog. "Let the harsh light warm you / Let the harsh wind carry you away ]
v. Margaret Atwood [ "you dangle on the leash of your own longing; / your need grows teeth ]
vi. Sylvia Plath Poem for a Birthday: Who [ "Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth." ]
vii. Anne Sexton Hansel and Gretel [ I want to bite, / I want to chew, / I will eat you up. ]
viii. @/thymoss (tumblr) [ sketch of an animal with teeth surrounding the outside of its snout pointing away from it. "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" ]
ix. unknown [ "I love you like a rotten dog, / I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums / Like a monster, like a beast / Like something not worth loving back" ]
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On Fridays the little children come
To trade their hooks for hands.
Dead men leave eyes for others.
Love is the uniform of my bald nurse.
Sylvia Plath, “Poem For A Birthday - The Stones”
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The month of flowering's finished. The fruit's in,
Eaten or rotten. I am all mouth.
October's the month for storage.
Sylvia Plath, Poem for a Birthday
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Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Witch Burning.” [ID in alt text]
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Mother of otherness / Eat me.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’
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Sylvia Plath, “Poem for a Birthday”
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If only the wind would leave my lungs alone.
Sylvia Plath, Poem for a Birthday
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The sliding beads asunder, so I thrust
Each tasteless particle aside, and just
Begin again the task which never stays.
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