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You.I wasn't thirsty until you shoved water in my face, chilly drops sliding down your chin in a waltz only rain could perfect. You always did try (and fail) to dance like the rain: in trial upon trial you would stumble and fall without realizing you'd knocked me down in the process. I have a feeling now that it was because you'd forgotten you don't listen to nature anymore; that it's the sound of gasoline burning in fuel tanks and mechanical cranes pretending to fly that inspires you.
(Or so my subconscious still whispers.)
Then I remember that it's simply how you've always worked, scratching your fingernails down telephone poles before picking up. And you (still) walk each street in both directions. (I hope) you'll stop before you reach the end, but I don't like to wish on stars that are just barely visible between skyscrapers, and apparently neither do you.
The next day you'll speak of tribulations and eagle's wings and crosses and the number seven, all run-o
He counts the days to Christmas
on his f i n g e r s and his t o e s,
one by one by one by one
'til the casket lids are closed.
She lights the candles every night,
her e y e s and l i p s aglow
two by two by two by two
'til buried in the snow.
They sing their yule tide carols
with their t h r o a t s and h a n d s spread wide
three by three around the tree
'til thrown off to the side.
Our icicles drip frozen blood,
cardinal w i n g s and t e a r s -
but one by one and two and three
our voice can live for years.
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