brand new blizzard

there is no precedent for what you just did 
scream restrained into the mic
jaw stretched all out as a banshee
ash hair slicked but still admitting branching curls
like an ariel view of the super highway
stacks of looping off-ramps 

this snow small, sticky and of criss-crosses
shaped like a frozen spark and coming 1”/hour
i circle the brick building beside my parking spot 
through tens of thousands of pounds of it
hit gas and the front end sweeps side to side
all on the wrong axis
and i can’t surmount this laughable 10 foot slope 

but then i do by flooring it with my whole ass
gain a foot, twist the wheel, pause for the correct instant
feel the catch then blast it again
for one more foot 

for so long i’ve robbed life of 
its true and golden voice 
by pretending there is a precedent 
there is none, for anything, ever