“lay me down on eye-white snow my slow brooding bed of robin wings my body slit & smearing everywhere. I will not name this new opening a wound. here, there is no pain I didn’t beg for. I heard the howl, didn’t dare run. stood waiting for the sweet blades of jaw & claw. you found me wasted no time ma…”— Danez Smith, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Snow, Joy