I am reading secrets of yellow tomato plants, studying life-lines on their leaf-shaped palms. Home from school the neighbor boy leans over the fence. Asks about my day.   I’d tell him I found a lump under my skin. I think it will end me. Like a fly on meat it’s hatched its eggs.  …

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