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Thank you mother
for your glass prostheses
for long and piercing screams
I'm old enough to be embarrassed now
	but not nearly old enough to forget

Thank you father
for your allegories
for little gifts without wrapping
you're old enough to forget now
	that I'm here

The Swedish steel
clings onto
in lagged unyielding dreams
with mouth full of splitter
	and eyes filled with gunpowder

I saw on the news
that a man had survived
beneath the ice for a whole day
I cried with him
	because I knew