SNOW MAKES THE MAD GIRL SUICIDAL (i - iv) Poems by Lyn Lifshin.
SNOW MAKES THE MAD GIRL ALMOST SUICIDAL how it glazes, seals what’s a stain in like dirt under poly so each foot print upstairs glides over scars. The cold drifts, makes a maze of walks, tunnels where knives could be pointed like icicles over the door way. No ballet