“Whenever he felt particularly clever he would shape
the pieces of ice into words, but he could never quite
make the only word he really wanted, the word
— The Snow Queen
1 Taste of crystals dust a shovel. Blow softly and memorize sorcerer free- falling into flame. Trees writ on snowlength. black = white Relinquish days. 2 I can’t tell you about the argument. It must be about _____. Stock quarted in the freezer, hot = cold Days holding nothing but days. Despair is the hollow thud of love, inverted. 3 Switch backwards listening to long and short of it. Will earplugs translate my headache? Thumb is the rightful owner of this lyric. Hear my voice, fingering 4 Moved beyond orphaned children, foundlings of hands and different forevers. The messiah stood up and played games. “Nice to meet you.” 5 Entourage resides in the frothy world of already- would-be. Regret is not an urgent matter. Inability with patina of dark nail polish. Melody mimics literal of words. Fevered, a virtual dream. 6 I’ve squeezed the rules out of this clipboard. "Resolution of these many years" leads me to name names, record dates. Everyone else is omnipotent to the subsequent revenue of redemption. Carrying on is my primary constraint. 7 Yoke of days. Parsing sand. I wish I could sing your libretto. Send me a postcard of unexplained wishes. What is the recovery time from unnameable poems? sand = snow 8 Taste of crystals dust a shovel. Blow softly and memorize sorcerer free- falling into flame. Trees writ on snowlength. black = white Relinquish days.