![\"Zeena](\"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/603\/2015\/12\/IMG_4944.jpg\" "\\"Zeena")
<\/figure>\n\n\n\nHowling<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I like winter as it whistles Coddled in knotted wool garments, In momentary melts, browning I like winter as it wrings Florists <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n All I want is filler Wordplay Molly Sowash ’16 This summer Zeena Fuleihan ’18 decided to write one poem a day. For this month’s Wordplay, we are happy to share two of the 106 poems from that project. Zeena is a Creative Writing major and Music minor, involved with Macalester’s Chanter Literary Magazine. Howling I like winter as it whistlessnowflakes like […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":360,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-365","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=365"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8001,"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/365\/revisions\/8001"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/360"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.macalester.edu\/the-words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
snowflakes like fickle lovers past
my brittle red-rimmed ears<\/p>\n\n\n\n
numb fingertips scoop heartbeats
like cappuccino foam from my chest<\/p>\n\n\n\n
slush clings to my bootprints
like scents on a pillowcase<\/p>\n\n\n\n
barren trees like moments from
under my snow-speckled hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
evidently, by the labels,
the three-dollar stalks
mostly greens with
inconsequential buds;
you know the
baby\u2019s breath or
diamond frost, low-lying
muted purples or yellow
and though they may
cost the least I just
want to cup them
in my hands like a
lover\u2019s rosy cheeks
so delicately precious; I
will always covet filler.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"