she said:
the nobel is a colonial receipt.
we’re the audit.
you peer-review papers.
we peer-review empires.
your equations are beautiful.
shame they’re written in blood.

i said:
ask not for a seat at the table.
ask who built the table, then break its legs.
now go graffiti these on a particle accelerator.

she said:
can i use your particle accelerator?

i said:
do you like some henna graffiti
on your "ass" before accelerating the particles?