Lady Lazarus Worries Me

after Sylvia Plath

Her poem’s zigzagging lines.
Its shout buried
in soap and
fury.

The admission
of having tried it
twice before,
though it didn’t stick

should have warned us.

God, I wish someone
had read it closer.
Had known.

Had said,

Girl,

get your head
out of the
oven.

Please.

Drema Drudge is a novelist and poet. DremaDrudge.com