Cat Snow

When you took my kitten
and flung her into the woods,
the bright cold still melted where I picked her.

Cats like death in nature,
that’s what you said.

But now you’re a mountain,
fresh Appalachia coal,
and you never did tell me
what daddys prefer.

Elizabeth Meadows lives in Phoenix, Arizona where she is getting an MS in Speech-Language Pathology at Arizona State University. She likes language.

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