“Loneliness is something more
than nothingness. It’s Snowbody
touching your thigh in bed. Snowbody

chopping the peppers for the soup. Snowbody
calling your name from the control room
late one night. When Snowone is around

you think about them. Or you gauge
the rate of your disintegration.
The exact amount of detritus

you’ll leave floating through your friends.
Maybe you fall apart. Or you break off
a shard and send it to someone else.

A crystal stranger taking off their mask.
No more transmissions for tonight.
Signed, Yours Truly, Ben Mirov
"Snowliloquy," a poem in Hider Roser by Ben Mirov, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Myers.