This hard, flinty North has done me in
I believe there is now something like a shard of winter lodged inside me
I feel cold, wind-chapped, stiffened, perma-frosted
I have chiseled out a piece of my heart and stored it in my freezer
If I put that piece in my mouth and sucked on it like candy
It would taste like a penny
Hard and icy on my lips
Melting coppery-metallic and very bitter between my teeth.
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