One of my favorite Sylvia Plath poems -April 18 the slime of all my yesterdaysrots in the hollow of my skulland if my stomach would contractbecause of some explicable phenomenonsuch as pregnancy or constipationI would not remember youor that because of sleepinfrequent as a moon of greencheesethat because of foodnourishing as violet leavesthat because of theseand in a few fatal yards of grassin a few spaces of sky and treetopsa future was lost yesterdayas easily and irretrievablyas a tennis ball... more