“First, are you our sort of person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,
Stitches to show something’s missing? No? No? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Open your hand
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand….”
Sylvia Plath from a poem called “The applicant” in Ariel