Ben Mirov
Snowliloquy
- I had a dream I was a satellite
- and then I woke and I was
- still a satellite. Signals shot through me
- like birds in the dark. I was transmitting
- something. Cubes of essence stolen
- from the Moth Man. Snowflake after
- snowflake like jellyfish drifting
- through the void above a balcony in Brooklyn.
- My friends in California, selling out
- falling asleep, falling in love or out.
- Loneliness is barely more
- than nothingness. It’s Snowbody
- touching your thigh in bed. Snowbody
- chopping the peppers for the soup. Snowbody
- calling your name from the control room
- late one night. When Snowone is around
- you think about them. Or you gauge
- the rate of your disintegration. The exact
- amount of detritus you’ll leave floating
- through your friends. Maybe you fall
- apart. Or you break off a shard
- and send it to someone else.
- A distant stranger taking off their mask.
- No more transmissions for tonite.
- Signed, Yours Truly, Ben Mirov.