I eat fig cookies,
And remind myself:
The crunchy bits are not wasps.
No.

The wasp is there,
Nestled in fig’s embrace,
But not as crunch,
Not as form—
Only essence, dissolved.

Nature’s quiet alchemy,
Turning body to sweetness,
A fig’s secret gift.

Crunch? Seeds.
Wasp? Inside.

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