Lox Egg

Some of us don’t change so much.
We’re the opposite of stones
Or anything else handled

Often—the more you use us,
The sturdier we become,
The longer we can endure

And maintain our youthful shapes.
You’ll never wear a word smooth
By keeping it in your mouth,

Tossing it from hand to hand.
You’ll never break one of us
By flinging it, letting it

Fall. The more you let us drop,
The more diamond we become.