Would you consider writing a poem about a fallen angel experiencing their first snow? I know it's really oddly specific but I'm curious to see how you build it. I'm absolutely in love with your works and hope to see you publish it sometime soon!
you first experience it while walking
back to your apartment with a paper bag
of mulled wine in your small hands.
you look up: the sky is silver
like an ache & you can smell in the air
how the earth churns, then lets go.
when the snow touches you,
it is as soft & stinging as your dreams
once, you had the wing
feathers of a hawk, mouth made of burning
coals, the rage of stars inside you.
now, you are a body of tender blood
& slow learning. this morning you prayed
for this snow, you whispered,
God, if you’re still listening, i want you
to reach down & hold me.
you were shaking.
when you return
to the apartment, you will crank up the thermo-
stat, huddle under blankets, drink slowly,
sing quiet hymns. but for now you laugh,
a deep, ribs-hurting laugh, alone
on the streets with only this snow & God,
your heart full of a new kind of burning.