30 Days 2 Live
The crunching on the snow under my boots,
the cold air on my neck,
and the fog that comes out of my mouth scream, alive, alive, alive.
It turns out Emily was right,
when she said
-through Tonrton Wilder- that
earth is too wonderful for anyone to realize.
Alton's voice echoing in my head,
the phantom tang of keylime pie,
the crust rubbing, sandpaper rough,
-just the way I like it-
on my tongue and gums,
whisper to me, don't waste them.
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