Listen to the spoken word track w/ music here.

Don’t call it a Comeback—
L.L. Cool J. wooing
Sylvia Plath in broad daylight
where they dance
and get crazy theatrical
doing the Lazarus
(and doing it and doing it well)
Sylvia telling L.:
You know, Cool J.,
I used to do it
so it felt like hell—
and L.L. laughed
and laughed: Damn,
all you white women
are crazy and so
melo
dramatic,
especially the poets—
then L.L. says: Queen,
L’s gonna
teach you how to chill-ax
the oldskool way

—BOOM—
off comes L.L’s
red leatherjacket and
white T-shirt, revealing
twin-humped pectorals–
and Plath, tossing aside
her thesaurus, aaaaahhs
and ooooohhhs

and never having been done
by a black dude before
she forgets all about
her old man
Teddy “Rough Rider” Hughes,
and L.L. hittin that shit
hard-as-hell, says: Who’s
your Daddy now, Who–
and Plath’s fever
climbing 101, 102, 103,
till squeeeeeeee,
the kettle ready,
she peaks
and screams: Daddy,
Daddy, you black bastard
I’m through.