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locked out of the house and have to pee
2012-02-16 20:30:54 (UTC)

To all the winters I've known

That spring, you cut down the tree in my living room. Welcomed new tenants as they moved. When just last fall we drank Jack Daniels and howled at the moon. Then all winter cursing over cards. Gin rummy, you cheat but I play like my grandmother taught me. So that season when you took down the oak. Shred it to pieces, pressed it's parts into a post-it and on it wrote this note: To The Winters I've known before: You are more wild than the thickest jungle ever grown. So I've come to battle our bleakness with my machete made of bones.




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