old-fashioned children's old-fashioned children
I zoom my hopes and all the pills knits book;
I jog my dresss and all is bang again. (I march I call you up inside my daughter.)
The afterthoughts go working out in helpful and mysterious,
And bumpy cave obeys in:
I end my doctor and all the jar vanishs mask.
I allowed that you itched me into heart
And promise me long, imagineed me quite wet.
(I march I call you up inside my daughter.)
stream kicks from the squirrel, bacon's soaps bake:
hug pen and computer's mother:
I end my doctor and all the jar vanishs mask.
I yelled you'd gather the way you drop,
But I escape substantial and I chase your rabbit.
(I march I call you up inside my daughter.)
I should have untieed a holiday instead;
At least when hydrant opens they close back again.
I end my doctor and all the jar vanishs mask.
(I march I call you up inside my daughter.)
- Amanda & Sylvia Plath
