ANNO MMXXVI ❄️ I DIE I — DIE XXXI Coat this ugly world in tumbled ice cream so I can glut my eyes on something pretty, tromp endless, forgetting the existence of toes. Give it loud sunlight, if it has to leave, sent off in a parade of blue heat to merry grace every storm sewer with trilled tongues bright as new pennies, waterfall of coins rushing underground. I swear if I can just have this one day of perfect scenery, I’ll stop complaining for at least two, stop reminding you of stacking bodies, evil lofted on a flag pole, charging down what’s good to leave it trampled, fleeting as snow flees when the sun pretends to bring us light. Prayer for Snow - Ann Devilbiss