she’ll
stride into the school dinner hall, sleeves rolled up,
checking why I haven’t come out, why I have
been put to the slow table by the dinner ladies
“Eat up, children are starving in Africa!”
they say, while she leads me outside to play
Chinese ropes, Chinese burns
she scrubs my wounds with salt to keep me from gangrene
keep me hardened
treacly malt wraps around my spoon
for me to finish with castor oil
for, I am an only child
nobody else survived
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