Wendigo by Nolan Meditz

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The wind no longer chills me—
it is the only coat I have,
the only gift you’ve given.

I’ve been counting ribs
since you arrived. I’ve grown
weary of tracing skin

on bone. Yet still you place
a hand on my shoulder, ask
for a place at my table.

Winter, I too am hungry.

 

 

Nolan Meditz was born and raised on Long Island, where he received his MFA at Hofstra University in 2014. He received a Ph.D. in English from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette in 2018 and will begin teaching writing at Southwestern Oklahoma State University this fall. His poetry has appeared in Roanoke Review, AMP: Journal of Digital Literature, Mockingheart Review and The Wild Word among other publications.

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