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+title: 'We played those games too'
+project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
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+I saw two Eskimo girls playing a game \
+blowing on each other's' vocal chords to make music \
+on the tundra. I thought about how \
+once we played the same game \
+and the sounds blowing over the chords of our throats \
+was the same as a wind over frozen prairie. \
+We are the Eskimo girls who played \
+the game that night to keep ourselves warm. \
+I run my hands over my daughter's \
+voicebox as she hums a song \
+about a seal and about killing the seal and about \
+skinning it and rendering the blubber \
+into clear oil to light lamps. \
+I remember you are my lamp. She remembers \
+you although you left before she arrived. \
+I can never tell her about you. \
+I will never be able to express that taste of your oil \
+as we pushed our throats together. \
+I will never be able to say how \
+we share this blemish like conjoined twins. \
+I will fail you always to remember you.