I wrote this after reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. It has nothing to do with sea glass.

The Sylvias

By Christina Friedrichsen

The Sylvias do not stray.

They are obedient

to the word.

They are not distracted

by thingism.

They do not create

bubblegum for bling.

They do not dazzle in boardrooms

or dance for Men in Suits.

They refine their magic

when the children are in bed.

Warriors, they are,

those Sylvias.

Goddamn warriors.

But they pay.

They pay.