She stood up from the bowl,
pulled a triangle of cotton
close to her again
and heard them, fluttering
against porcelain sides.
She turned, looked down at their efforts
to skate on the yellow film.
Each silvery wing intact,
how it thrilled her to see them expelled,
to know she had passed them
from that hidden place.
She pressed between her legs,
felt for tremble and twitch
but it seemed just this half-dozen
had fallen; flapping themselves dry -
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