I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful a — Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
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I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into a decade’s quart and downward into a lifetime’s ocean. I alternate treading water and deadman’s float.

— Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems
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