I slept with my window open last night.
The snow melted and seeped into my pile
of laundry. My clothes wet and cold and
smelling of mold. It’s almost like when I was five
and I would peel back the plaid kitchen wallpaper
looking for the small light feeling the grit between
my fingers that built a city underneath my nails.
It was the smell of plaster and my hands peeling back just
enough to find a friend who my eyes at five
never got to know. Instead I look towards that
small light today that forever was the snow.
Sofia Cortes is a junior studying Journalism with a Writing Intensive minor. Sofia was inspired by her friend, Cade Dublin. He sent her a poetry prompt one morning after it snowed and they both wrote poems and shared them with each other. This is what came from that prompt.
Ichikawa Family Collection, https://ddr.densho.org/ddr-densho-258-66/