Perhaps she
weakly
reached behind to flush –
and if she did,
from where she
sat
(and where they later
found her tiny body
dead),
and in that
silvery plash
of cataract beneath
her little bum,
I wonder if she
faintly
heard not “I’ll Get By,”
but “Frances Gumm.”
Might have been
what made her –
let her – go.
.
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