How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I … - Sylvia Plath

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk. It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.