Steve said, “I‘m so tired of looking at roadkill I believe I‘ll walk. As a young man horseback I could say I‘d eaten of everything I‘d killed, excepting the odd armadillo and old Ruby, who it fell to me one awful morning to shoot when she drug herself up half froze and bested by coyotes. There‘s no honor in dying by the tire, nor in the secret councils of buzzards laid public by the road; even a shot dog ends better. I fear to sit at my table in glory spread rich with every life I took in passing, every squirrel, rabbit, sparrow, every Junebug ever squashed in my hurry fried up with gravy, a wry recompense for owning the earth.”

MEGAN BLANKENSHIP is from the Ozark Mountains, but is currently finishing her first book in rural Oregon as the 2018 Margery Davis Boyden Wilderness Writing Resident. Her work was awarded the 2015 Meridian Editors’ Prize in Poetry and has appeared in Blackbird and The Missouri Review.