Cut

Extract from Sylvia Plath‘s poem “Cut”

What a thrill —
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Jamon Jamon. Daniela Edburg.

Jamon Jamon. Daniela Edburg.

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