falsetto
raze
for
two
days
things
felt
raw
, constricted,
weighed
down
by
the
strange
sickness
that
comes
with
losing
too
much
sleep
for
too
many
nights
chained
together
like
beasts
wearied
by
the
loss
of
what
made
them
wild
,
and
i
wondered
if
that
was
the
last
of
my
old
voice
slipping
away
as
age
stripped
me
of
the
range
and
tone
i
called
my
own
for
so
long
.
this
morning
i
sang
some
sliding scales.
i
dusted
off
my
old
tricks.
i
put
the
work
in
like
i
haven't
done
since
before
the
world
went
away
for
a
while
.
i
unlocked
all
those
notes
.
the
ones
i
hoped
were
still
mine
.
when
i
sounded
like
myself
again
,
i
improvised
a
melody
that
rose
and
fell
like
the
waves
of
the
bed
i
slept
on
when
i
was
a
child
slouching
into
uncertain
manhood.
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