the laundress leapt into a distressed basket,
raised her soapy arms
and did what she did best—flounder.
her sister failed to blunder.
Upon a reddened piroutte,
she burst a throbbing bunion.
And now they fumble
side by side
pressing, folding, en pointe exquise
to bleach charred guillotines.
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