Snow in August
With a flick
of her wrist, she broke
the chicken's neck
and set it on her lap
where my sister's head
had just been. Over
her bare knees dangled
waxy yellow bird feet,
while the white feathers
she began to pluck
fell all around us.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2015 by Catherine Stearns, “Snow in August,” from The Cortland Review, (Issue 66, 2015). Poem reprinted by permission of Catherine Stearns and the publisher.