I’m here in Charlotte beginning my MFA residency. We actually had a SNOW DAY the first two days. I think I’m going to like the program a lot. Obviously I love the snow. I wrote this while sitting by the window wanting to go outside and frolic.
My insides are hot coco and pastoral.
This Southern sojourn is celebration
The anorexic trees have punctured
the grey sky’s jugular.
Invisible leaves leak like a flurry of
My white blood cell count is too high;
the doctor’s diagnosis is not good.
I’m a seagull lost in a snowstorm.
My psyche is learning to fly.
are virgin feathers.