God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. Th — Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
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God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.

— Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God
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