24/7 Sylvia Plath
Poem

I don’t want my man I don’t want the kids I want to lay inside the bathtub live like a parasite.
I don’t want my folks I don’t want my friends I want to talk to people only through knocks in the pipes.
I don’t want great things I don’t want revelations In case this could pass as a moment similar to the one from Gethsemane
I’m not full of hope or doubt I’m firm and sure and maybe I don’t slit my wrists But I am careless
I’ve tried I’ve tried
