preparation for winter

We store our stories in our chests;

we bury them beneath fat, tissue, and muscles,

waiting for the winter day we will pull out the nutcracker,

issues loud cracks and scrapes as prologue,

then dig our nails into flesh for our tongues to turn over.

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