winter poem
Underwater my brother the birdwatcher lets people twist his arm. His favorite owl puts a single person in charge of loneliness. We’re not close, but we both miss animals in the dark. I can’t have all my teeth at once.
Underwater my brother the birdwatcher lets people twist his arm. His favorite owl puts a single person in charge of loneliness. We’re not close, but we both miss animals in the dark. I can’t have all my teeth at once.

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