That there was no room in their closets
And flung their wedding gowns out their windows,
Where they would billow one last time,
As if young, starved bodies still filled them,
Until landing in mounds between parked cars,
Ridges strewn across lawns,
Clumps gathered on curbs
And the sides of driveways,
Like so many lounging homeless
Relishing the thaw,
The feeling returning to their toes,
The promise of spring,
And the waterfalls made of those
Broiled by winter
Rushing down the sewers.
Best of the Net nominee, Rich Glinnen, enjoys bowling, and eating his daughter’s cheeks at his home in Bayside, NY. His work can be read in various print and online journals, as well as on his Tumblr and Instagram pages. His wife calls him Ho-ho.