Receipts

We lunched and we conversed about old age:
the loss of stamina, the rise of ache.
And our devices eavesdropped like some sage,
that quietly receptive. But it’s fake.
For afterwards my phone produced a page
with remedies some advertisers make.
Hibiscus tea to pee, they’d have us think,
and extract of persimmon, lest we stink.

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