Stress Fractures

Wracked through my core,
One more week before
The insurance man bows, clicks his heels,
And opens my doctor’s doors.

My contents simmer hot
I’ve got the body of a teapot
The thick glaze contains the fractured bits, but even moments
Of rough handling cannot be forgotten

By bone china.

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