I make cinnamon spice black tea. I write it on my list of things I like,
along with Bill Murray movies and Judy Garland singing,
‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ on lp.
I like the black circle of a record. I read that poems are words that repeat a pattern.
I like that. I read an argument between two people fighting about what a poem is.
They got so mad about it that they blocked each other.
There are icicles hanging from the roof like the sky’s monstrous teeth before it relaxes.

Bill Neumire’s first poetry collection, Estrus, was a semi-finalist for the 42 Miles Press Award, and his second book, #TheNewCrusades, was a finalist for the Barrow Street Prize. His poems have appeared in Harvard Review Online, Beloit Poetry Journal, and West Branch. In addition to writing, he also served as an assistant editor for the literary magazine Verdad and as a reviewer for Vallum.