Purple
blueberries cooked with apples,
maple syrup, a dash of cinnamon
a trace of mace
errant echinacea
reclaiming their color
refusing those planted white
what the blue bruise becomes
before it heals
favorite jumpsuit worn
for performance, power, strength
the cape mommy made me
with a bright blood lining
the long hour awaiting night's end
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