Fast typing: "Kalsarikänni"

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Let’s put on our childhood clothes and walk the secret streets.

Let’s remember that in Finland they have a word that means drinking at home, alone, in your underwear.

Let’s feel the give in our bones again, soft and green as flower stems.

You might not be my brother. But you’re as close as we both might get.

Let’s use the sides of our hands to scrape forts out of the road-sand snowplows left in the gutters, then watch as they melt in rain.

Let’s remember old songs again.

You can tell me how chessboards lie about the rules of war, how Mother’s sigh was a descending note that sharpened into nothingness.

Then we’ll each go our separate ways, slip into our humming houses, and drink one last pull of starlight straight from the bottle.