by Amoret BriarRose
You’re busy telling me about calcium phosphorus and calcium carbonate,
how one will fill in spongy bones, making them brittle,
canceling out the little spaces that give and bend.
I watch your hands, how they flick over your coffee cup.
Tomorrow, we will fight, and I will thank the gods,
the brittle cement of perfection
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