Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue Two

Tad Richards


picture a girl naked except for white fuzzy mittens in your window snow on the ground below boys packing snowballs look up and see more than you as she spreads her arms her bosoms bell as she claps her hands the muffled sound scarcely carries to you her bottom sways flattens rebounds imagine her belly before she turns it's soft like Marilyn Monroe's and you'll only see it for a second she's gone by blowing you a kiss brushing your cheek with her white white mittens