December 6th, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

355: Untitled

Michael Glaviano

what if we had as many
words for love as the inuits
have for snow
what if my heart pumped snow instead
of blood this love is soft and puffy don’t
slip on this love because it is packed hard as ice
this love is dry and crunchy this love is
wet and muddy this
love is ideal
for packing into
tidy rectangular prisms and
using to build the
igloo that we
will try hard to
melt from the

In celebration of December (and its associated holidays), I will post one poem every day this month.