And people flocked, learning what they could
get from the world with Celsius and a chisel.
Slides of his work: shimmery Nietzsche,
royals-from-igloo. Berg Charles, block
Mum, the double-decker running on frost.
In a lobby, the post-seminar consultation:
flower vases, psyche subzero. Of my
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder he
advised me to chainsaw the snowdrift,
refrigerate the rest. Sometimes you
need a shaman to plane the rabbit hole.
He out-crystalled an icicle, slivered
fervor to pay-per-view. Pedestals
never had a shelf life so good.
Jon Riccio is a PhD candidate at the University of Southern Mississippi’s Center for Writers. Recent work appears in Gris-Gris, Inverted Syntax, and The Ocean State Review, among others. He received his MFA from the University of Arizona.