We did a lot in the name of preservation holding hearts in hooks
for hands after the accident metal on skin, cool to the touch in the
absence phantom sinews flashing undetected dots and dashes


I wasn't sure if you were ready to be bold


Let's regrow your hair and I will cut mine closecropped to the skull
we'll keep the ones turned grey by the blindwhite blast of a bitter cold
of a bad winter of a long year that really took hold had

to cut away the parts the claws would not release, then we kept going

you and me are not evergreen you and me were not built to be