Today, in Northern New Jersey, my home, the temperature dipped to 1. Yes, it was 1 degree. This poem is, in part, inspired by that cold.



I assume
the gland

that produces
the poison,

the canal
the poison

floods, and the fang
the poison

tips all warm
with anticipation

as its jaw snaps
shut, clutching

the mouse
that quivers –

it quivers,

the cold,

the intensity
of cold.


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