Another museum display we will have besides Marginalia and Doors is one devoted to Poet Products. In fact, we will have a little store stuffed with their items. I’m thinking Emily’s Earplugs because a soul must have them to “select her own society” and for “staying at home” on Sabbath days.
The Bard’s Breath Mints: Surely for someone who wrote that much, he had to be a talker, too, and no, I don’t agree with Anonymous. He wrote those friggin’ plays.
Whitman’s Body Spray because he was always effusing himself in eddies and such and he could just use a few pumps of aerosol spray for that when he ran out of himself (but that was never going to happen).
Dorothy Parker Wit Sharpener: For when the quips and shocking poem endings began to dull and needed new edges and points
Lord Byron Hair Pomade: For the aspiring poet who could certainly zip out some cool lines, but really . . . his legacy is all romance, isn’t it? Look at his profile. The ladies swooned.
Sylvia Plath Petroleum Gloss: To keep those lips smooth for all the men she kept eating like air.
You get the idea . . . Comment if you have any suggestions for the store!