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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