When it snows I snowplow.
This may seem obvious at first
but it is the harsh crystallization
of a retail shift tomorrow
and an online lover I lost.
When it snows I snowplow
and I feel like the Mars Rover
in all that blankness,
navigating a white planet,
pearl desert, my last transmission
chirped to no one’s ears,
my last girlfriend named Sarah—
send me to space
please, where I can be
the first virgin on the moon,
to where it does not snow.
🌨️ Nathaniel Duggan is a writer from Maine. His work has appeared previously in Hobart, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, and Gay Death Trance, among others. He can be found on Twitter @asdkfjasdlfjd.