snowflake
raze
i
don't
think
there
are
any
good
pictures
of
you
.
just
the
one
i
took
when
i
was
still
a
child
—
out
of
focus
,
but
not
so
poorly
framed
that
it
can't
cast
a
spell
or
two
.
you're
curled
into
a
soft
curve
on
the
coffee
table
.
one
eye
open
.
blinking
half
the
world
away
.
your
body
buttressed
by
two
cold
coasters
and
a
gold
rotary
phone
.
time
keeps
tearing
pages
from
my
scrapbook
of
memories
.
i
won't
let
it
take
you
away
from
me
.
i
won't
.
221227
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from