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Um, this one's just called Confessional, and it kinda claps back at the confessional, um, tradition of, of poetry, you know, f- popularized or formalized, um, in the '60s and '70s, probably more f- most famously with Robert Lowell, um, and then Sylvia Plath being like the female count- counterpart who died tragically, speaking of, um, self-immolation, obviously of suicide when she was 30.

Um, she's been a big influence on my, on my writing, and I kind of do want to write a poem that spoke back to a tradition that she kind of, uh, de facto [laughs] created.

Confessional.

Most biographies of women read like tragedy, even if inadvertently.

This one didn't have birth control.

That one also didn't, and further, lost everyone she loved in a freak accident or due to natural causes.

I would say, you know, fucked is a spectrum.