Poetry




 The first time she saw snow


The first time
 She saw snow
 Between the Man Ray
 And the Monet
 She turned to her not-yet-lover
 Soon to be ex-lover
 And she said
 Snow!

 Like glove and coat
 A word never much used
 Before
 The kiss of O's on her lips
 Made him smile
 And later it would find them
 In the Rite Aid
 Buying condoms
 And more cigarettes

 But for now
 It found them
 In Central Park West
 His mouth
 Tasted like tin
 Like Irish whiskey
 Not yet drunk
 Like last night's insistent "please
 Let's make love"