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[carries_a_blade]

skin blisters to the sound of
names we thought we
forgot

December ossifies.

crystalline fragments of
pastpresentfuture
memories
congealed into
crusted bloody bits
we breathe through smoky nostrils

endeavor to abandon thoughts of
crisp nights and aluminum siding

and names we thought we forgot

shivering,
we blame it on the weather