Climate Change Theories After Another Surprise Snowstorm

By Adam Stone

I’m not really a summer guy

I like winter

I like winter because I like snow

I like snow like I like my men:

Deep

Untouched in photographs

Shoveled off my porch before I go to work

I like my snow like I like my men

Accumulating softly while I sleep.

I like my men like I like my snow,

Which is to say
At the beginning of the season

I remember them fondly

But the minute they require me

 to do the least amount of work
I hope to never see one of those flakes again

I like my men like I like my snow
Light and fluffy at first

But heavier and more full of grit

the deeper you dig

I like my men like I like my snow

In theory

I like men

I like snow

I’m often judged harshly by those who don’t understand

My appreciation of either

And why do I like snow?
Is it in my genes?

Or do I like it because I was raised

in a climate where winter was tolerated

if not full accepted.

I like my men like I like my snow -

Oh god.  Temporary?

Just for a few months out of the year?

It’s been a long time since I lived anywhere temperate

So do I maybe like snow

Because I’ve spent over half my life identifying

As someone who likes snow?

No. I could never live in a climate lacking winter.

I tried that once in college

And again in my mid-twenties when I was

Chasing the mechanical rabbit of heteronormative success

That I was told would make me happy

But I like snow

I don’t always want to like snow

But I do always like snow

Even when it is inconvenient

Even when it keeps me from achieving something

That I believe I have the right to achieve

Even when it means the world is too cold to bear

Without protection.

Adam Stone is an amazing slam poet who lives in the Boston area.  You should hear his work any time you can.