Snail Woman/Made of Sand

f7fad00178064806e7d9dd94461b5882Atwood said woman made of sand, I say snail woman
She carried her world strapped tumpline canvas thick
So heavy her brow wore down and now it’s feathered

The snail woman packs her things tight and tidy
In coconut shells and acorn caps and a bowled hand
Yes, they tip but glued they shake like ground seed

The snail woman moves faster than you’d expect
Across the sidewalk and yard and men and years
You never know where a shoe might crash down

The snail woman bops under her diaphanous shell
She stuffed pillows and blankets and cobwebs inside
There’s but a sliver of her body left in the mishmash

The snail woman reached the fence the other day
No pockmarks or marble holes to ooze through
The shell frayed like sand, Atwood knows best after all.

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Mother, feminist, environmentalist, lover of dogs, anthropologist, social scientist, hiker, friend, cohort, and lifetime student. Oh yeah, I am also a trained archaeologist. I strive to understand concepts in at least three different ways. Traveler. DogMom to Heidi and Henry, HumanMom to Robert and DogAuntie to a great big pibble named Doot and a naughty puppy named Luna. I hold a bachelor's degree in anthropology and a master's degree in the social sciences from California State University, San Bernardino. In my master's program, I graduated magna cum laude (with honors in my undergraduate program). My research interests include the formation of social movements organized against environmentally damaging projects. My research sites primarily involve the midwestern United States and the areas involved with the Keystone Pipeline, however I have extensively studied South American environmental politics, especially through Bolivia and Ecuador.

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