Found this little piece while looking for a poem I am sure I wrote about winter. (It could be that I haven't actually written it, yet. Hm.) Anyway, this came to me in May of 2009 with the help of some magnetic words on my fridge. I think it just a piece of something larger, but I didn't know what at the time. I still don't know. I'm not even entirely sure what it means, but it has a resonance that I understand. Well, now that I've rambled for way longer than the poem, here it is:
Naked and blind,
we eat secrets.
They rattle in our teeth
like broken glass.
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