Response to Warsan Shire’s “Snow”

The colour of snow

Reminds me
Of that time in Lawrence
I opened the door of morning
And the world was white
As far as my eyes could see
It was the colour of snow
The colour of the mind.
When you have had drink
The mind is blurred
The semen is blurred, snowy
All these takes nine blurry months
And the result is bouncy

Bose