Alana Saltz: Soon the Snow Would Fly & Other Poems

Soon the Snow Would Fly

cold

bones hurt

A little shadow

in a dark

hothouse

the mouse

on the collar of my nightgown

gone to sleep

The sun came and

made

food

No word of

comfort.

(This is an erasure poem. Source text: Andrews, V.C. Flowers in the Attic. New York: Pocket, 1979, pp. 362-365.)

They Don’t Have Very Long Memories

spoon-like

shrills

barked outside

the darkness

sounds like a wolf

Think about music

with hooves, tails, and horns

Couldn’t they

have done something to stop it?

I was

good

(This is an erasure poem. Source text: Andrews, V.C. Flowers in the Attic. New York: Pocket, 1979, pp. 109-111.)

To See Them Purple

breathless hurry

brought us candy

their secret language

restless

below

dolls and tea cups

little boxes of

waiting, waiting

rotten

wood plucked

lullabies

to be freed

they didn’t die

and they didn’t like anything

(This is an erasure poem. Source text: Andrews, V.C. Flowers in the Attic. New York: Pocket, 1979, pp. 114-119.)

Alana Saltz is the editor-in-chief of Blanket Sea, an arts & literary magazine that showcases work by creators living with illness and disability. Her poetry has appeared in Occulum, Five:2:One, Moonchild Magazine, Rust+Moth, and more. You can find out more at alanasaltz.com and follow her on Twitter and Instagram.