from “Sylvia’s Honey”

The year we first tasted Sylvia’s honey. Dipped our fingers deep into the page, in the raw and unfiltered, the highly spun. That year and forever after. The golden bough that tricked us into the underworld.


from Catherine Bowman The Plath Cabinet

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