Otto

-“Daddy”- by Sylvia Plath

My baby,
What did I do-
What did I do?

Sweet girl

With the broken skin, I can’t sew

I was never meant for you.

Little girl,

I’m the muse who made you

Paint your life in blue.

Sylvia,

Your son learned something new

When towels became “mama,” too.

Ms. Plath,

Would I even be able to recognize you?

You riddle, I’m so sorry for what I did to you.