30.10.03 - 1:33 p.m.
i think i understand now, where i thought it
so unpoetic before, wondered at its awkwardness -
housewifery was your prison, creativity executed
in little cakes instead of lauded volumes
of heartwrenching verse.
gassing is prettier, and you were probably vain
but of all the ways to do onesself in
gracefully, you picked the most appropriate.