lets talk about what we talk about when we talk about flowers. 


 “the logical outcome of a certain strain of confessional verse—starved of adjectives, thinned to a nervous set of verbs, intense almost past bearing, her poems have been dark, damaged and difficult to avert your gaze from.”  

“few poets save [Sylvia] Plath have sounded so alienated, so depressed, so often, and rendered that alienation aesthetically interesting.” 

what makes it okay to sit and scream at your garden louise
what
did it to do to you.