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Brittney Corrigan

The Road Ecologist Has a Heart-to-Heart with the Chicken


What is it about the road, she asks, that makes it the center
of our lives? The road ecologist has stopped at the farm stand

for berries. The chicken is wandering loose, regards her
with curious eyes, too wide in its staccato-shifting head.

The berries are red as the chicken’s comb, piled up
generously in the little basket. The road ecologist feels

she might cry from their abundance, their sweet promise.
The side of the road is two parts sorrow and one part joy,

she thinks, and the chicken seems to agree. It pecks a circle
around her as she walks to her car, blinks in the near-dusk

sun. The road ecologist glances around, looks back toward
the farm stand. No one is watching. No one is ever watching.

Let’s go together, she says to the chicken, lifting it into the front
seat of her car. They share some berries, pull onto the open road.

The Road Ecologist Tries Hitchhiking


​​In the middle of nowhere, she thinks. That doesn’t even make sense.
The road is a sleeping snake between hills. The road and the hills

are not nowhere, just miles from anything else that looks like her.
The road ecologist studies roads that are more like dragons: awake

and belching smoke, thrashing their tails at the earth. Her car
at the side of the road is a broken, hissing thing. Roadkill,

she thinks, ironically. Though what was I trying to cross?
The road ecologist is only sort of running away from her life.

Her heart is like the roadside soil. Toxic. Particulated. Full
of what it’s not meant to hold. Standing at the roadside,

the road ecologist thinks, I am somewhere, I am somewhere.
She understands barriers, roads too risky to cross. The road

is empty, quiet, nothing bearing down. When the moose steps
out of the woods, the road ecologist sticks out her thumb.


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Brittney Corrigan is the author of the poetry collections Daughters, Breaking, Navigation, and 40 Weeks. Solastalgia, a collection of poems about climate change, extinction, and the Anthropocene Age, is forthcoming from JackLeg Press in 2023. Brittney was raised in Colorado and has lived in Portland, Oregon for the past three decades, where she is an alumna and employee of Reed College. She is currently at work on her first short story collection. 

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