Eggshells and Glass

Tonight I feel like glass
transparent and fragile.
The sound of bugle horns blowing
through the crack in my window is mildly comforting.
Every night I wake up freezing
I put on layers and layers of clothing and can't get warm.
You say I need someone who can give me calcium
but I know you drink soy.
The women in the south covered in makeup and pearls
they walk like eggshells.