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Winter visits us with careless brutality
and we only want her gone.

My tiny kitten,
bathing you with my tongue

finding shelter in these rocks
that refuse to forgive or remember

here we make our comfort.
I will teach you unconditional love and murder.

We will drink the blood of incomparable vistas
where we have only enemies and sunlight.

This frozen wasteland tattoos itself on our hearts
and the moon in a tempest we will always carry.


This poem appears in the collection Inner Planets: 50 Poems by Matthew Howard. Available in paperback, Kindle, and audiobook.