Response to Warsan Shire’s “Snow”

The Rendition

I cannot believe a story
Told from the stooge of stupor
More so, the words of a man and woman
Spoken under creased disgruntled sheet
Mangled over and over
Until it spilled milk
A boy came tumbling after
Tell me of Russia
Of white whistling plains
Tell me the cold truth
Of how nights never got warm
If I have my whiskey, maybe I will believe.

Vera