Bare Feet on Linoleum [Italian translation]

Stay on your path Sylvia Plath

don't fall away like all the others

Don't take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about

lovers and mother

The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Father and Amy

and brother

And all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate lies

that she uttered

Leave me in peace I cry

In the middle of the night on a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reason

Tiny beads of perspiration dot my forehead

could be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo season

But alas this is a real life - and it's been a real fight just to

stop my mind from committing treason.

Why you ask?

Because she told the townspeople I was crazy, and the lies, they

started to believe them

But anyway - that's all over now

I've moved on, gone scorched earth

And now I'm left wondering where to go from here

To Sonoma where the fires have just left?

South Dakota?

Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the Great

American homecoming I never had?

Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculpture take the place

of the warm embrace I've never known.

Or should I just be here now

In the kitchen

Bare feet on linoleum

Bored - but not unhappy

Cutting vegetables over boiling water that I will later turn

into stew