Working Memory

It was a blizzard.
We built the little log-homes
from cigarettes and toothpicks.
I’d been good at models previously.
In malls—the Christmas display,
where, for cotton, the idea
was to be snow. But still,
someone had to lay it out
and at a certain speed
and temperament: it was me.
I was snowing.

Alec Hershman lives in St. Louis where he teaches marketing psychology to fashion and interior design students. He has received awards from The Kimmel-Harding-Nelson Center for the Arts, The Jentel Foundation, The St. Louis Regional Arts Commission, and The Institute for Sustainable Living, Art, and Natural Design. More poems appear in recent and forthcoming issues of Puerto del Sol, Denver Quarterly, Cortland Review, Waccamaw, Mantis, and online at