Sylvia Plath- The Arrival of the Bee Box

• Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the coffin of a midget. Or a square baby.
• The box is locked, it is dangerous. I have to live with it overnight.
• No exit.
• With the swarmy feeling of African hands.
• I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
• Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.
• The box is only temporary.