snowy prayer w/ horn concerto no. 2 in e-flat major
Emily Murman
I gallop through the snow falling like down
breathe it in, let it steam in the pink
edges of my lips & nostrils
I peel off my sweaty leather gloves
reach for the fluff, let my hands chill
like fresh meat in a freezer
I listen to my childhood favourite
horn concerto & think of my weird
childhood crush on mozart
specifically leap pad learning systems mozart
& academy award-nominated tom hulce mozart
I squint at the periwinkle sky which
matches my scarf & also a vein some
fine lady of his time might’ve painted on
it matches a real dead carotid artery too
I think of the funeral scene in amadeus
which is probably highly fictionalized
yet remains jarring even to me
pathetically sensitive I wonder if my eyes sting
from snow or this or that one perfect pause
the french horn just took
dear mozart,
I hope you were handled w/ at least a little
more grace
seeing you slide out of that trap-door casket
like a wiggly sack of potatoes was too much
dear lord,
please help me stop thinking about death
all day long
Creators
Emily Murman
Emily Murmanis an autistic poet & mortuary student from Chicago. She was awarded the GailDeHerder Memorial Prize in Creative Writing in April 2019 and holds an MFA in creative writing from National University. She has written two chapbooks, “SHRIVEL AND BLOOM” (Dancing Girl Press, June 2021) & “I want your emergency” (Selcouth Station Press, July 2021). She can be found on Twitter & Instagram @emilymurman.