her mother rattled
their fig tree
sobbing
as she strove
making
comic little jumps
huge rouge
scalds
zinc annulled
nettle sting
no dock leaves
rapacious rabbit
watery cranberry juice
four plump figs.
The sky went purple.
She was on her own
from here on in.
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