National Poetry Month: MALAMUTE by Jehanne Dubrow
by Jehanne Dubrow
Someone brought winter to the tropics. At first,
it slept near the roots of a strangler tree, curled
under chairs, licked salt from sweating ankles. It was
content. Table scraps fed its belly. Breezes carried the
blue memory of ice. Its teeth were beautiful in the
way of sharpened things. Winter tried not to pant.
But the little girl kept touching it, kept stroking
the curved blad of its tail. Her hands were wet
with breakfast. Winter leaped from the dirt, fast
as a change in weather. Later, someone would tell
the story—how it bit her throat, how bristling and
alone it must have been, this Alaska abandoned to the
This poem is from issue 39.1. You may purchase a copy here.