Winters are long in Duluth, MN. Hands tend to dry and crack.
I felt the unsettling cracking of your hands/
Desecrated by work and warfare/The red break
between air and water/Grips tightly/Faint loneliness/
It’s been a while since I've seen a man/Without
armor/Without savor/The light shines and freckles
skin/The one who said they would never win/
Grips tightly/Faint Loneliness