"I...what?"
“You were just a little girl in a flannel night gown. And you were shoveling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow.
I was the snow.
And everywhere it landed, and everywhere it covered. You’d scoop me up with a big red shovel.
You’d scoop me up.”
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
“Hulled far from the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles”
