the meat,
wrapped in freezer
paper,
marked meat,
with a pen,
pulled
out in a starvation
mode,
is burned
with a hoary
frost after
months,
maybe years
of being
stuck tight
and heavy in
the ice box with
no light,
or love.
you can't win
everyone,
save everything,
although sometimes
you are optimistic
and believe
that you
can.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
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