The Sylvia Plath Effect

You know that they call this "The Sylvia Plath Effect".


I suppose laying in bed, thinking about elbows and our mothers or our terrifying, unknowable fathers, and being more creative than an eggshell makes us Lady Lazarus.


The answer might be different if it were London, or anywhere in California, or more likely Paris. Someplace with more trees and less rain. Award-winning, urbane, we contemplate candles and the pattern in the tablecloth, childhood homes and porcelain bathtubs. The answer will never be different.


They tell me this is the Sylvia Plath Effect. I'd leave a thousand pages unwritten if I never had to feel this again.