Silver medals are chocolate wrapped in tin foil.
'42% cocoa solids,' reads Agatha,
'and a good thing too,'
biting through the sweet locus of her penultimacy.
She has a tiny bite radius.
She has the blunt and useless teeth
of an alpaca.
One day, a javelin will find her windpipe,
and for the first time,
her coach will be pleased with her result.