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title: We played those games too
genre: verse
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
css: elegies
order: 25
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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][spittle]. \
I will never be able to say how \
we share this blemish like conjoined twins. \
I will fail you always to remember you.
[my daughter]: and.html
[spittle]: spittle.html
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