getting gas 5 miles outside of glen, new hampshire

itll be about three hours he says

& were not stopping no siree

so get out now & stretch your legs

& for christs sake kids take a pee

im eight & scared of toilets that

have served as thrones to lumberjacks

& truckers too thats where theyve sat

ill go alone by those train tracks

ive found a bush that should suffice

but in the tracks a tuft of fur

its color lives in slush & ice

but the fox does not

i stop for her

maimed marred organ orange matted

to track cause of some cargo that

just couldnt wait & had to flatten

the winter wood aristocrat

hes calling to me from our van

i pack her in (unyellowed) snow

so that shell be like otzi man

preserved by sunstarved bitter cold

& in five hundred centuries

the ice will melt theyll find her then

& extract from her some memories

of what this now was like in glen

shell be a prize in those far years

not muse to brittle pity

i water her with hopeful tears

god

please make them think shes pretty

Morgan is a junior English (Creative Writing) major with a minor in Cinematic Arts. On campus, she has served as a Resident Assistant in New North Residential College, earned a SOAR Grant to conduct research in the sphere of Shakespeare and his contemporaries, participated in Teach for Los Angeles as a reading/writing tutor, and helped found the brand new Trojan Literary Society. (Come to our meetings!) She has been writing prose since she was old enough to hold a pencil and is particularly passionate about screenwriting, hoping to make it into a career one day. Writing poetry has been an equally enjoyable experience for her, albeit a more private one—that is, until now. Morgan hails from Foxborough, MA (home of the Patriots) and much of her writing is influenced by the culture of New England and its people.