you might slip a pill past your lips,
and a loaded gun might rest on your tongue the same way,
but you cannot escape this.
poets say there is rebellion in bones,
but something that shatters so easily
can't possibly hold
a trembling civilization within.
your bones are merely bones,
not some poetic device for romantic analogy.
your heart is just a heart,
your lungs just lungs,
and a hitch in your breath is just you
not keeping up with time.