snow country machine

now you can buy the winter
& ship it to your house.
i see my neighbor with a snow country
machine & he is skiing in july.
he is taking a picture of his children
all dressed for the blizzard. all the birds
are asking each other, "where should
we go?" i explain to them that this is
just a new human horror & they sigh
& continue their elegizing in the dark.
the neighbor invites other neighbors 
& then everyone is winter. did snow
feel different on your face when you
were a kid or am i just nostalia-ing where
i don't need to? it felt softer or maybe
more real. like the raspberries that 
are born in one night. dark & almost red.
i remember one dusk my sibling & i laid
in the front yard while the world
was swallowed by snow. the sky,
a brown-black that only comes 
when the blizzard is deep & un-ending.
i thought of both of us becoming snow.
plummeting gently from a breath 
of a cloud man. i find myself jealous of
my neighbor's snow country machine
even though i do not even really want it.
i want to know if when he closes his eyes
that sometimes the snow feels red 
on his flesh like it used to for me.
if when he opens his mouth to catch
the cool crystals, they taste bright.
a see an ad for the snow country machine that says 
one day everyone will have their own device 
to give them everything they desire.
i doubt that because desire is always moving. 
i buy the machine. i do not even remember
doing it. the box is smooth. my neighbor,
still skiing sees the delivery ghost.
he points to the box & gives me a thumbs up.