Snow blinds
the deer hearse.
Snow
needles the blood purse.
Snow
porridge in the hobo’s bowl.
Snow angels
spread for ripper’s toll.
Dormers
dripping toilet paper.
Castles of
albino crows.
Amniotic
impersonator.
Vomit
stipples Mommy’s clothes.
Come snow,
come sleep,
Bleach our
red curtains
To
surrender. O molester,
Put the
animals to bed.
Bed the
trees;
Rid us of
forecast.
Calm the
alabaster
Masts of
dream.
Come dream,
snow,
Bear in the
cavern,
Rat in the
cistern.
Every
little chit in its hole.
Make us
kid-glove clean again,
Intestines
fresh from the fast.
Lay out
your skin to swaddle our feet,
Snow
Madonnas maquillaged in ash.
Brecken Hancock’s poetry, essays, interviews, and reviews have appeared in Riddle Fence, Event, CV2, Grain, and Studies in Canadian Literature. She is Reviews Editor for Arc Poetry Magazine and Interviews Editor for Canadian Women in the Literary Arts.The Art of Plumbing, her most recent chapbook, is out with above/ground press and her first full-length manuscript of poems, Broom Broom, is forthcoming with Coach House Books. She lives and walks dogs in Ottawa.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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