in her yard with holiday colors. A regional skill
like terror, like folding. Kitty litter is what we need now
the school newsletter says, for the children when it isn’t safe.
A few of us mail kitty litter to our senators. A regional movement,
a plate slipping over under. A tongue. I say one more year
you say over or under. We hunted them, my son says,
the Neanderthals are gone
because we hunted them.
Megan Snyder-Camp is the author of three collections of poetry: The Forest of Sure Things (Tupelo Press, 2010), Wintering (Tupelo Press, 2016), and The Gunnywolf (Bear Star Press, 2016). Her poems have appeared in Antioch Review, Sonora Review, ZYZZYVA, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of an Individual Artist grant from 4Culture as well as residencies and scholarships at Djerassi, Bread Loaf, and the Espy Foundation. She lives in Seattle.
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