Thoughts on a Trial and a Snowstorm
It’s always the lifted pickups in the ditch
the day after a good snow. Silly,
this
isn’t the type of whiteness that makes you
invincible.
When I dig my way out of my house,
this whiteness is heavy, but for me, how
is this different
from any other day, dealing with the
avalanche of your
privilege?
Jen Stever 