- Carly Feinman
Day 12- 9.28.20
How To Get a Snow Day
Each time I'd forget
if it had worked
the last time.
In an act equal parts hope and
muscle memory,
I'd turn my pajamas inside out
place a spoon under my pillow
and will sleep to grab me and
pull me down into tomorrow.
It never did.
Hours would pass as my eyes
surveyed the shadowy window
for a sign, any sign at all,
of snow.
Did this curious ritual,
this juvenile witchcraft--
did it work?
To this day,
I can't seem
to remember.