Winter 


Tapping
 
Winter came tapping,
long limbed,
blind as a wet kitten,
mewling.

Winter came shoving,
hag-mouthed,
possessed
by the skins it had taken.

Winter walked with me
when I told it no.
When I hushed it,
Winter kept calling.

Winter crawled into my spine
and withered
I trapped it there
for safe-keeping.

Nina Parmenter

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