I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll’s body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.
Sylvia Plath
I’m trying to recover from a hideous sinus infection. Bad sinus infections always remind me of Sylvia Plath because she was prone to them and wrote in her diary about having them. I think they snuck into some of her poems.
I’m so behind in everything, but you know what? I don’t even care except that I am behind in reading your blogs–and that makes me sad. Two days ago I made a start to try to catch up, but that didn’t last long.
Germless hugs to all! xo
Filed under Dolls, poems about dolls, Poetry, Writing
Tagged as #AmNotWriting, poems about dolls, sickness, sinus infection, Sylvia Plath
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