
Iban, Eme. “University of Michigan Plus Friends” Summer 2016. JPG
Oven Part 1
I would always see him in the dining halls.
Handsome greek god with muscles to match,
Latin flowing from his mouth.
Ain’t nothing wrong with being a cougar girl.
Everytime he would walk into the dining hall
I would ask with my eyes
Get an omelette
I know you see me working here
But he wouldn’t
And i realized that maybe what I thought i saw of him wasn’t what I should think of him.
That’s why I love plath
Who talks of the demons in human forms,
Are humans demons?
People say oh she’s obsessed with him
Hughes
That weasley devil who tore out the pages before her suicide
Was she obsessed?
Or was she just trying to rewrite their love story over and over again,
Trying to make it perfect,
Comparing it to everything,
Even a cadavers room.
People don’t love deep enough
Superficial love equals superficial sadness equals superficial life
She lived it raw
To me Plath’s writing is just talking about the moment
After you’ve had sex
And you’re sweaty and gross
*too much too much let’s take a quick breather*
And you’re trying to decide if it was good or a mistake,
And you see your lover walking out the door and you wonder
If it was ever real anyway
And then the tension comes and you want to scream
You don’t know what to do with the clothes on the floor
You don’t know what to do with the smell of fake love in the air,
What do you do with your legs now?
Plath’s writing is like that that moment when they call you a slut
And you don’t give a fuck.
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