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we choke on the flames lining the necks
from chins to chests, backs to breasts.
we'll swallow saliva to quell the burning.
we'll shut our eyes pushing tears down our throats.
we'll hold our pride deeply in never showing hurt...
like we slid a sword of ash handle-first.
[xvi]
"pick up the telephone,"
i always say for the next day.
there was never really a need though,
because you'd always get to me first.
i considered calling and not the next day,
so i did, but there wasn't anyone there...
nor the next day... nor the next...
i've never been able to cut the threads,
no matter how frayed they became.
but i'm not everyone,
and my gold is not everyone's gold,
which is probably how it was cut.
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