Poetry From [Name]

The palindrome that Slyvia Plath wanted on her head stone:
RATS LIVE ON NO EVIL STAR
Now how cool is that. Rats, as in, humans are rats? Rats live on no evil star? Star as in planet? So, rats aren’t evil? Don’t most people hate rats? Rats are a byproduct of humans no? So is she referring to our society? To our culture? Who knows…

But she didn’t get to have that on her tombstone. Go figure. Just goes to show you that a. everybody’s wishes are always different than yours, and b. that they never respect yours after you die.

Below is the comprehensive list of poems. I would love to provide a more elegant way, but for now this will have to do (I have not enough time to overcome these technological limitations).