after reading a headline about a murderer found, and then bumping into her family member over a cash counter buying coffee

It’s a haunting: how undecided one feels
about snow. Haunting how it
covers your shoulders and erases
lines between things.
So I am quiet as quiet does, silent with it
as silent does, while the birds come in flocks
mid-day, and […]

in the dark, winter glossy,
tempting the silver on trees,
writing white on white,
disappearing, this ink:
what makes flowers bloom
on my grandmother’s hands,
she’d be proud of me, today.
And the pinprick of my manhattan,
and the way the tide of it,
rushes over you,
And the birds, line up when I sleep,
and I tumble and turn into them,
their glossy wings remind me […]