Young enough that you wouldn't take up knitting just yet
Or believe the absence of babies to be a futile work in progress.
It's time that yellow didn't mean cowardice
Or being given jaundiced looks
On how Natalya Estemirova didn't deserve to be murdered.
But, conspire all you want; practice the religion of subterfuge.
Drink Earl Grey tea with a tiny, enamelled spoon:
Sugar for the believers, cream for the yet to be converted.
And swirl the leaves for those who object to prophecy
From a textbook.
This belly is full.