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title: We played those games too
id: weplayedthosegamestoo
genre: verse
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
class: 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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