"The cow was an unborn fetus.
The snow was a giant womb.
I needed to lie down
in snow angel position
and mimic the dreadful truth.
Give birth to something nobody wanted."
The end of my poem "Snow Angel Position With Dread", which appears in Issue 11 of Pinky Thinker Press.
Read the whole poem on page 27 here - https://www.mignolo.art/ptp
Read and check out other poems, fiction, and art too.
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