I Prefer To Be Plath

Once, you told me, you searched
me on the internet following one
of my little stints in the media.
(I’ve been in the news since,
though on a distant planet.)

If you’re interested, I would like
to interview you, as I have been in the past.
First question: What’s your name?
Second question: What’s your purpose?
Third question: Do you remember me?
Fourth question: Have you searched me recently?

If you have, I can say nothing,
only this: Does it embarrass you
to be the subject of so many poems?
Or do you relish in it, like some
poet’s lover?

Upon your answer, I might remind
you that Plath may have died,
killed herself because of Hughes,
but Hughes was haunted by his lady poet
until the last.

I prefer to be Plath.