winter

so denvertown is only sporting the remnants of a real snow -- some ice, some white stuff piled up in yards from the cleared street, that kind of thing. but since it seems new england just got pounded, and this morning I found myself typing up this poem, I thought I'd share it for my dear ones who can see nothing or feel nothing but the onslaught of snow. it's from mr. lerner's first book:

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The sky narrates snow. I narrate my name in the snow.
Snow piled in paragraphs. Darkling snow. Geno-snow
and pheno-snow. I staple snow to the ground.

In medieval angelology, there are nine orders of snow.
A vindication of snow in the form of snow.
A jealous snow. An omni-snow. Snow immolation.

Do you remember that winter it snowed?
There were bodies everywhere. Obese, carrot-nosed.
A snow of translucent hexagonal signifiers. Meta-snow.

Sand replaced with snow. Snowpaper. A window of snow
opened onto snow. Snow replaced with sand.
A sandman. Obese, carrot-nosed. Tiny swastikas

of snow. Vallejo’s unpublished snow.
Real snow on the stage. Fake blood on the snow.

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