“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?

Stop crying

Open your hand

Empty? Empty. Here is a hand….”

Sylvia Plath from a poem called “The applicant” in Ariel