Words

You think our exchange of words a passing formality

A ball bounced off unaffected pavement and not injected into my 
inescapable body

Did you know your words have eternal shelf life in these cranial aisles?

I am the preservative of foreign thoughts imported from places   I've never been

But I am not entirely ungrateful

With pretty packaging and clever marketing

I will make your half-hazard hello significant

I will make the most out of what cannot be destroyed