Tear away the aluminum reality

& watch it crumble at my feet

The sun may beat down

& cast glares in my eyes

Causing tears to chase my cheeks

& cry

But I will not falter

When the aluminum dismembers my intestines

& preserves my thoughts

Like they’re a turkey in the oven

It will keep memories fresh & moist

Never to be forgotten

Mrs. Plath would toss roses at my feet

An ode to our shared reality

She will watch with her popcorn

As my cheeks puff out enough

To just cover my eyes

So I am blind & yet again cannot see straight

She will cry with me

As the weight of my heart

Presses me deep into my mattress

Never to return

“Sylvia!” I will call out

Seeking guidance from the expert

“The Bell Jar has fallen again!”

I will cry – she will sing

We will huddle together

& lay in the tear ducts of my virus

A shared remembrance

To a reality stuck in the oven

Burning & stinking the room

That is still rotting our hearts.