madame curie’s lap dog

Madame Curie’s Lap Dog

I am
Madame Curie’s
lap dog,
a timid isotope
in a kennel of
isotopes, my nose
to the chain link,
my whole focus
on the lab door,
waiting for it to
swing wide for the
grand lady herself
to pass thru.
I’m longing to
be chosen,
placed under a
microscope, longing to
be probed &
split &
split again.


Chain link
chain reaction
missing link–
the universe of
awareness is
made up of
inference &
fusion &
cagey connections,
all of it
leading to silence.


Madame Curie was
on to us,
so we
made her
glow in the dark
& then vanish.

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