Nick and the Candlestick

I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears

The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs

Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.

Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,

Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish -
Christ! they are panes of ice,

A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking

Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,

Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo

Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean

In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.

Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs -

The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,

Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,

You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.

Sylvia Plath (1962)

The poems during Sylvia Plath's Ariel persona period makes something inside of me die a little and then resurrect after the last line~~~~~~~~

Anyway I went to kino with my dad earlier today, picked up The Bloody Chamber (by Angela Carter, you know, the one with The Snow Child) and Madame Bovary (because I liked the cover, yeah I'm shallow like that) and this book about molecular gastronomy, found out more about my lit teacher's double life after thumbing through her book in the Local Writer's section and placed it cover side-out at a more conspicuous location and felt really good about myself after that, and went running to offset the massive amounts of Krispy Kremes that my parents will definitely have to buy from Hong Kong at me and my sister's behest. (OK we will say please and thank you.)

I was supposed to send Sherina off yesterday but I missed the boarding time and Gwen tearfully called me to say that Sherina was now gone, and sounded forever apologetic for forgetting to remember to sms me before it happened. I'm kinda glad now that I managed to catch her online the night before, and shall think of cool and very Asian things to send back to the US! I managed to catch up with Joey, Gwen and Nigel (Sherina's primary school friend?) to drown our sorrows in buckets of oil at Popeye's, which is the best place to get fried chicken in Singapore at the moment. It was great fun :D

however:
I HAVE A PORTFOLIO TO COMPLETE!! WHICH IS CURRENTLY NON-EXISTENT! AND I'LL HAVE TO ENDURE A HORRIBLE SENSE OF AWKWARDNESS EVERY TIME I PASS BY MY LIT TUTOR IN THE HALL NOW! AAHGJkep@E*