Come sit, my love, and tell another bedtime story.
Tell of famous scientists or inner workings of machinery.
How about the story of Marie Curie?
I like best when you mime her
grabbing glowing rocks with naked hands,
throwing up this new find in my face
and crying, "HAVE SOME RADIUM!"
Recount her tragic end: betrayed by that she loved
and all her notes and furnishings encased in lead
like maidens locked in towers.