READING PLATH AT 11PM / collected fragments by sarah sophia yanni
the slime of all my yesterday’s
rots in the hollow of my skull
the bestial and sensuous delight of sun on skin
the thin, tenuous thread of your existence
evening shrink to an artificial two-dimensional slice of time
away back to living again as living is full
the anemic, faintly cloudy globe of day time
agreat, glowing, golden peace
and i arose shining from the centuries of love clean and satiated from the consuming fire of his casual and timeless desire
custodian of emotions
tonight i feel the wetness heavy about me
lustreless
you feel the dangerous premonitory ache
and the wind has blown a warm yellow moon up over the sea: a bulbous moon which sprouts in the soiled indigo sky and spills winking white petals of light upon quivering black plains of ocean water
beating, melting my body to gleaming warm bronze, bronze-thighed, bronze-breasted, ripe and full, glowing
where is the girl that i was last year?
note: all fragments are direct quotations from the unabridged journals of sylvia plath.
sarah sophia yanni is a half egyptian & half mexican writer in los angeles. she is the author of the forthcoming chapbook ternura / tenderness (bottlecap press) and is currently pursuing an MFA from the calarts school of critical studies. find her on instagram @sssaritahh & at www.sarahsophiayanni.com.
the slime of all my yesterday’s
rots in the hollow of my skull
the bestial and sensuous delight of sun on skin
the thin, tenuous thread of your existence
evening shrink to an artificial two-dimensional slice of time
away back to living again as living is full
the anemic, faintly cloudy globe of day time
agreat, glowing, golden peace
and i arose shining from the centuries of love clean and satiated from the consuming fire of his casual and timeless desire
custodian of emotions
tonight i feel the wetness heavy about me
lustreless
you feel the dangerous premonitory ache
and the wind has blown a warm yellow moon up over the sea: a bulbous moon which sprouts in the soiled indigo sky and spills winking white petals of light upon quivering black plains of ocean water
beating, melting my body to gleaming warm bronze, bronze-thighed, bronze-breasted, ripe and full, glowing
where is the girl that i was last year?
note: all fragments are direct quotations from the unabridged journals of sylvia plath.
sarah sophia yanni is a half egyptian & half mexican writer in los angeles. she is the author of the forthcoming chapbook ternura / tenderness (bottlecap press) and is currently pursuing an MFA from the calarts school of critical studies. find her on instagram @sssaritahh & at www.sarahsophiayanni.com.