Gifts got given with
no regard for price in terms
of dollars or time.
Seventeen hours
inside Arkham Asylum
wrapped in those blankets.
No sleep. Straight gaming
within December’s late chill.
Sisters thought us nuts.
Left the screens for one
last frigid night up Stepp Branch.
We were flame dodgers.
Watching the Rangers
get butchered by Disney while
we were dodging flames.
Ashes ate up a
cold smoke sky a second time.
Why again for them?
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