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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.



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