Snow Globe

Bits of white suspended in solution swirled past the window after every upheaval. I found a pencil with a blessing on the side & decided to start a list of everywhere I’d been. I filled three notebooks just with the hiding places in my parents’ house. At this rate, I realized, the pencil would be gone before I made it halfway to the street. Under my hat my hair continued to grow. The pilot light burned like an insomniac in the back of the oven.